I was kinda hesitant to tell you.
This is odd because I usually tell you a lot of things. Like a whole lot! You know a lot of stuff about me. My past, my family, my work, my fears, my dreams, my feelings, my finances, my themesongs in life, my secrets (even the dirty little ones), my passwords (some of them), my stalkers (haha) ... you get it ... that's a whole lot.
I don't know, but it's always been easy talking to you about stuff. You're one good listener. And I know you don't agree to more than 50% of my ideas, but you listen anyway. You listen and you nod. Most of the time, you listen and you sigh. A long deep sigh. Sometimes you listen and you laugh and sigh at the same time, usually if I'm being impossible. It's funny how hopeless your face becomes when I'm being impossible. Don't worry, you make things possible anyway (not always, but most of the time.) There are these few instances that you listen and you smile ... the real smile that goes straight to your eyes. I love those instances. I'm sure glad I'm one of those people who could make you smile that genuinely, which by the way is so rare.
The irony is ... I don't have anyone to talk to about YOU.
How could I tell you that a little bit of you every single day makes my life less pathetic ... and that a little bit of you helps me move forward.
Of course, my life does not really revolve around you. But how can I tell you that a little bit of you makes all this fuss worthwhile?
YOU ARE READING
A Little Bit of You
Não FicçãoYou. Yes YOU. Just a little bit of you. And I would fall. But those little bits have accumulated and I guess I'm having too much of YOU. And I have fallen a long time ago.
