Ephemeral

limerence

Reason #8:

your lips

i was obsessed with the way you would say my name.

it would easily roll off your tongue and onto your lips.

and how you would stare at me with your honey-colored eyes and not speak, sometimes looking like a stubborn, spoilt, pouting little child.

you always looked like you wanted to say something but you just couldn't and the words were pinned on the edge of your tongue.

you always looked like you had a headache when you'd press your forehead on the table and stare at the ground blankly with watery eyes.

i could do nothing to help you because it was none of my business and i was just too far away from you and you seemed unreachable.

you're an asshole and i hate you but please call me again tomorrow because i still love you.