A/N: So, here's an explanation of what this is. Sometimes, I write random drabbles, and I guess this seems good to me, so why not post it? Yeah, anyway here it is.
I found myself wanting to know him in every way that I could. He had cast a spell on me and there was no way I regretted it.
He was my one true thought, and the only one that bothered to stay. People don't put up with me, but he did.
His beautiful words, like poetry, haunt me. There's always more lurking underneath the surface. If he were to ever say "I love you" (which he won't), it wouldn't be just an "I love you."
Like I said, he won't say that though. His words, though beautiful, are guarded. I'm not the only one who's had a past. But I don't mind that he won't say those three words, because he will say other three-worded phrases.
"I like you"
"I adore you"
"You're the one"
Besides, they always sounded more sweet and soft than an "I love you" ever would. I didn't mind it at all.
If I could be with him forever, I would. I'd get bored of life, but never with him. He is the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs.
And this love is right.
