It was by 11:03pm in December, My love had still not showed. As i had waited there for over an hour already i kept my thought on if I really had loved him or not. That same question had bothered me for all eternity that whole week. Then why am i even here tonight? He hadn't showed to every date planned and i was more than confident of leaving him on this one. As I still wait every date we plan and as he never shows I can never truly break up with him, because deep deep inside i know i actually love him and even deeper inside me i know i truly hate him. So why am i Waiting In December?