You have reached a certain of degree where I used to be so damn concerned about you.
I remembered the way you caressed my cheeks and asked me if I have a fever.
I just shrugged it off and laugh it out as a joke - to which you didn't buy nor laugh at it.
I guess that's how you show your feelings about me - feeling secured and whatnot.
And it was indeed heavy for me since I asked you to be steady at this point.
I was nervous of what could might have been resonating through the irk of my sincerity.
You said, "I'm okay. Just be patient,"
So, I did.
