I am dumb.

We never talk but our words do convey us our feelings. I always wonder why I get a second thought before calling you or even messaging you just to know how are you. It’s only your words that help me know you still survive just like me. But you very well know that you understand me better than I understand myself. You exactly know what I am going through but I can only guess because I am still not sure if you are talking to me.
You know me, I can’t read between the lines and I will never be able to. Because I can only read the feelings in your eyes, just like a baby. And this baby is dying to know if he belongs to you or is an orphan.
The answer scares me but I am no more afraid to swallow the pain of your disapproval. But the pain of this restlessness is going to definitely kill me. So please please please please please please please please please please, speak it out.

I want to know. I prefer being an orphan and seeing the world than dying of wait.