Time will not wait for you to make up your mind.
Neither will I.
I'm not sorry.
I have given you so much time.
And I made this promise to myself, I know,
Over two months ago.
I was so weak for you then.
So, I have to be strong for myself now.
And maybe you don't stand a chance,
When you don't even know you're fighting my man-made hour glass.
But you shouldn't have to be aware of an end,
To start to want to be more than my friend.
I've been counting on you,
While marking through the days that counted on you too.
I have technically given you since last May.
And today marked only eighteen more days.
I started in a promise so let me end in one too:
I've stated the promise to myself, so here's mine for you:
On December 25th, I may have to leave with what seems like was my choice, but honestly, it was up to you.
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