It's pretty simple, depending on the perspective.
I don't want to ask you anything. I'm not hoping for anything. I'm just bottling it up, and it's getting to me. I just need to be able to let it out once in a while. Nothing in anything intimate, not in those rediculous looks. More likely in Silence. Sometimes I get those typical urges, and every time I have, I've bottled them. I hate bottling things. I bottle everything in every aspect of my entire life, and I don't want to bottle you. I want to watch you go, walk, run, fly up and away from me and everything. it would hurt, but not as much as it hurts right now, knowing I can't express it without weirding you out, without changing things, without fucking the dynamics of our forgetable friendship. I hate that. I hate that I can be forgotten.
I hate tonight. but if you called me out of the blue right now, I would tell you.
but it takes all the wrong turns to get on the right street.
and go figure, it's dead.