she loved listening to his voice; his high-pitched laugh when he was truly happy, and his mumble when he lost his guard.
she loved watching him when he didn't realize she was looking because he was busy doing his thing.
she loved the moment when he sent her a photo of his hand, drowning herself in imagination of holding it to fill the empty spaces.
she loved the night she spent with thousand questions inside her head, covered with his blurry silhouette; "does he love me, too?"
"does he love me, too?"
"does he love me, too?"
she fell in love with him, every fragment of him, far before she could touch his skin.
she fell in love with his demon, a part of him he thought she'd fear the most.
she fell for him with no parachute attached, wishing he'd catch her.
... and he did.
she's in love. so in love.
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PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
