Waiting for a call

So once again i find myself with those pangs of anxiety that comes from wiaiting for a call. 

Will he? Won't he?

Does he love me? Does he love me not?

And over and over again it goes in my head.

I try to keep busy, i try to do things, i try to keep busy. 

My mind wanders, back to him, his gorgeous eyes, that smile, the way he made me feel.

Why is love so complicated?

I wish for him to call.