Lucky

I was fine. Just living my life. Not doing much, not doing little. I was content.
Then those days came, and we grew close.

Maybe you’ll never know how much I like you.
I want to tell you, even though I know you won't give me anything in return.

I can't go through this again. I’ve been trapped in this cycle for so long.
I thought I could be direct. I thought I could swallow my pride.

But I’ve always avoided it, haven’t I?

Everything was okay, until you reminded me.
Reminded me how much I missed talking until 4 AM.
Reminded me how curious I was about people.
Reminded me how painfully boring it is to be alone.

And for that, I love you with all my heart.
And for that, I hate you with all my heart.

If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to confess this time.
If I’m lucky, you’ll leave before I get the chance.