Shall I dare to dream that someday you will love me? That you will care about my heart. This heart that jumps every time I hear footsteps on the backstop, hoping they are yours. I want to let you know how sorry that I am for pushing a time- rendered thing. I am sorry for loving you, falling for your lovely grin and tell all eyes. Your split heart and silly laugh. I fell hard and fast, with calculated abandon. I should have known you wouldn’t see what I could be to you.