You remain that unique kind of sting that catches me off guard everytime. You illuminate my world and kill the sun. Your presence in my life has given it a whole different meaning and yet still your body is but emptiness. I've never been much of a poet, and you make me feel things I can't even understand. No this isn't another of the hundred confessions I've given you, I just wanted to say that you make me happy and a whole lot of other things. This long cringey ass paragraph got me face palming rn but I still can't seem to get over you. I fell for you, and I mean my fucking plummeted. But if for you then I'm glad I did, yet I still silently beg, Please don't ever leave me. I think you're cool, but are you just tepid? like my heart is becoming to love?
