Neat, organized and everything in order. Those are the words that best describes me. I never thought i would be loving someone who's rather the opposite of my attraction.
He's a total disaster. A beautiful mess. His eyes contains the nightsky, and everytime i look at them, i get lost in void.
He might be insecure on some things but at the same time values the necessity of his own.
The way he walks brings havoc on my stomach. Not just butterflies but flies themselves. I could feel the world in a slow motion when i see him smiling those cheeky trademark that goes well with the day.
When he starts talking to me, it seemed like the voice on my throat had been transferred unto my mind. Nothing comes out and when that something does, it's an unexplainable stutter that struggled to be heard.
I once told myself that i should get rid of this infatuation but months had passed and still i haven't even done it. Not even a half of it.
It's you. It always was.
