My mom told me, you know?
She told me not to fall in love with the boy next door because I have a fragile heart and his hands are harsh. I didn't listen.
I guess I liked it how you would kiss my lips and lie me whispers. I am not sure which was my favourite.
I think it was that day in the woods when you first told me 'I love you'. I didn't feel lost with you at the moment, I felt lost on you.
And I am sorry that I was such a bad daughter and left home at the age of 16 just to come and live with you. I guess your green eyes did the trick.
But it is okay, you know ? Because at least I will have the flavour of your skin on my lips and the feeling of your tongue on my shoulders everytime you would make me yours at nights.
It is okay, really. I don't mind that night that we spent together looking at the starts. Because I think that night I was able to see your eyes turning dark green with a few dots of grey.
And I can't mind that day when we went to the park and played like two lost children - losing ourselves in each-other's arms (at least I did). What I mind is that, I didn't say you 'I love you' when you least expected it. I didn't kiss you that night at your mother's house and I did not tell you about my inner world. That little world that noone except my subconscious knows.
Because if I had, you would be holding a piece of me in your soul; like I am holding your soul in my world.
