I love you. I think I always did, even in our bad times. I've been waiting since I left when I'd see you again simply because, I know I will. You are the one I would go to the world's end with, even though we don't talk as much as we used to, I think we don't have to. You understand me, and I want to understand every bit of you. That will come someday, someday soon. To others I say, "I love him, I love him, I love him." And they look at me as if I'm crazy, but then again for you I may be.
YOU ARE READING
Everything I didn't say-
RomanceThe thoughts I'm too cowardly/foolish to leave unsaid, however brave enough to voice in a series of words.
