I didn't want to write anything about this but I think It's necessary.
I just don't feel any good about it.
I have this type of lump in my throat and this kind of "humm", "what's next?" in my mind that makes me overthink, over and over and over again.
Asking me "why and why not?"
Then I find myself in our place.
Guess what?
Yes, you're right.
You're with me.
Okay, and that's the big deal.
I hear you laugh, and I'm done.
I'm gazing you and I remember about all the questions I had once, they just fade.
Sometimes I don't want to but you come to me like the cold winter wind...
Cold but waiting to be safe.
You're just there and I can't push you away from my thoughts.
What else can I do?
I don't like how the idea of falling in love sounds.
Tea time.
I only know that I like to admire you while you're not watching.
I like to caress your hair, your cheeks, your face, all of you.
I like your hair.
I like your smile.
I like that you make me laugh but without a doubt making you laugh is my favorite thing about all.
I like your hands on mine
and your lips on mine too.
I like your arms around my waist, advertising me your hugs.
But you know what?
Most of all, I like and adore you.
You didn't have to.
You didn't have to ask about writing about you because I was already doing it, in my heart and unintentionally also in my mind and I hate it.
I hate it because it means I'm a fool for you.
- Stuff that you're never going to read (or I hope so)
c.m.a.c
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