the skies are fading.
the night is falling.
we are still in the same position
as we were in, six hours ago.
weird,
how i do not feel uncomfortable with you
for so long,
even though we only met
some time ago.
meredith is peacefully sleeping beside me,
while you snore the hours away,
too.
i think
i can watch you sleep for hours
and i would never get tired of it.
is this love?
or is it just me,
thinking
that this is a newfound love
like what i read in novels
and what i see in movies?
is love
something one feels
at an instance
when his and her eyes
both meet?
YOU ARE READING
I see you
Random❝i always see you in that same spot every day, and you always catch me looking at you. i wonder if you're wondering about me too?❞ © evening s. lumière may 30, 2014 - january 31, 2015 lowercase letters are intended
