love is like the snow on a chilly January morning
breathtakingly beautiful
but cold and deadly
although I don't think I've ever been in love
I can imagine looking into his big brown eyes
and somehow feeling like home wasn't a place until he held me for the first time
I can imagine feeling his soft hands on my skin
an hour after he left
although I don't think I've ever been in love
I can still remember looking at her and swearing to the god I didn't believe in
that I would die for her
perhaps I was overdramatic back then
but now I can't help but long for him
when I close my eyes
it's always him
I really could love him if I tried
but I know I can't.
