I was thinking, I hope I didn't.
I wanted to shout, but I know its wrong.
Listening to my head or heart, that I need to know.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I agree, but many a times, it hurts too much.
I could feel, my chest deepen,
like a knife stabbing with every breath I took.
What to do, I asked myself.
Do I take actions or do I retreat.
Do I give hints or do I be straight-forward.
Do I wait or do I rush.
That, I can't even tell.