Dash it all

I miss you and I'll never be able to tell you.
Not if I keep the promise to myself 
To not go crawling back,
Only to hear what I heard before - 
No.
You told me no. And again.
How many times do I need to hear it to understand?
Three times?
Until you don't like me anymore?
Until I don't like me anymore?
No, the only way to go this time is to go in grace,
To accept the no.
And I guess to wonder - 
At first every moment, but less and less in time -
How you are