I am waiting for the night to come when I can lift you up from the ground after you fall.
I secretly want to push you.
I am waiting for the night to come when you can finally realize how bad he is for you.
I secretly want to show you.
I am waiting for the night to come when I can hold you in my arms and not feel the guilt.
I secretly like the feeling.
I am waiting for the night to come when you can finally say “I love you,” with more meaning than before.
I secretly want you to say it to me.
I’m waiting for the day to come that you finally realize who the “lover” figure in your future really is.
I secretly want to be him.
I’m waiting for the day to come that you acknowledge the person who is just like you.
I secretly know that I’m that person.
I am waiting for the night to come when we can finally, unhindered by the rest of the world, zoom off into the sunset.
I secretly would love that.

I’m waiting for you, just outside of denial.