Doubt

I don't know anymore. You confuse me. Is it wrong for me not to get it?
There's this point at which you look at me and tell me I'm wonderful. Tell me how much you like how cool I am, how much I understand you, that you know I really try and that I've become so much happier... "I've never seen you this happy.. It's so great" you said. "You've come such a long way, you try so hard, it's really getting better!" you said.

And then I blinked and there you were, looking far too serious. Doubting us. Doubting me. Doubting if this is such a good idea. You don't know if you care "like a boyfriend" you said... You had to figure it out.

I blinked again and there you were, having a great time with me. I was fine, I was happy, and so were you. No fucking issues. I thought I did a good job reminding you how much better we were doing...

And again, I blinked and there you were, talking about how you need "alone time", which is fine, but still this sense of not knowing. You need time to figure out if we are a good idea...

I don't know anymore. Weren't you the one who said it was gonna take a long time before this got serious for you? Weren't you the one saying it would be a while before you got attached? Before you'd know if this would work, that only time could tell? And now after what, BARELY three months you go on about how you need to "think about it" and "figure out" if this is gonna work, before moving on. What the? So based on BARELY 3 months, of which the beginning was a mess and the entire last month was circumstantial crap (exams, seriously, you really wanna compare that to everyday stuff?), you're suddenly gonna be able to make a decent analysis of us? No way right? :s