Middle of the road

There i stand like a deer caught in the headlight.  I don't know if i should continue across or return. Either side of the street is painful so labor in a decision.  I want this, but how can i want to be with someone who remains indifferent to what i feel.  I would love nothing more than a moment of her time, where i feel like i am not invisible.  She would rather squander her free time immerse in TV or in dialogue with some mystery person on the phone.  Where at a moments notice she would find wind to entertain this invite to go out.  I still desire to do whatever it takes to keep her happy, but why should i wish to carry water to the ends of the world for someone who would sooner rejoice at water in my eyes.