I don't know what should I do with myself. I can never gather the courage to say you what I actually want to say even if I have the courage to do most of things. I wish I had the courage to say you "I LOVE YOU" without any hesitations and restrictions. Without any anxieties.
I have deep emotional storms within my heart every instance I see you. Every glimpse of your eyes drives me crazy. And every moment your lips stretch to smile makes my heart dance in happiness. This is what I feel is beauty of love.
We have no connection as individuals. But I feel my soul is linked with you. Linked with your soul. I love you, in the ways you have never been loved. I love you for the reasons you have never been told. I love you for longer than you think you deserved and more than it will ever exist. You make me glow. You make me feel happy and that is the reason I love you.
If somebody ever asks me to choose between you and my dreams, I won't know what to choose because you are my dream. I am very indecisive and always have a trouble choosing my favourite anything. But when it comes to you, I can say without thinking.. YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE EVERYTHING.
If I could give you one thing in life, and you had to accept it, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then you would realise how special you are to me. I have a crush on your mind, I fell for your personality and your looks are just a bonus. Well, butterflies are nothing but I get an entire zoo when I see you.
I smile without any reason. And then I realise I was thinking about you. You would think with all the chaos surrounding me and the constant battle to hold it all together. I wouldn't have time to think about you. But that's the thing about missing you- it's automatic. You know just like breathing.
It is a constant in my universe and it doesn't conform to the construct of time. I don't think it will change.It never will.
But I pray that one day I gather the courage to say it all.
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A MIRACLE IN DISGUISE
Teen FictionI feel the urge to write, to spill all of my blood over papers, building the empire of my sad madness from the flesh of my heart and the unfinished breaths of my soul. I feel the urge to tear my heart apart and then spread it on paper, write with my...
