I feel so mixed up inside.
I know that I confessed that I loved you.
I know that in myself now but what does that mean?
Does that mean suddenly I become you or you me?
Because I don't want that
Does it mean that we are ourselves but just better?
...... I don't know if we are
I realize I don't know you
I mean how can I love something I don't know?
My mind speaks this question over and over again.
But when I see you my body, my insides, my heart it blooms for you
I shutter sometimes not because of a chill but because of you
You make me shutter
I can't breath sometimes when I am with you. I don't want to.
I feel your essence surround me.
I dream of the simplest things. I dream to hold your hand. Feel your skin.
I yearn to touch your arm or the crease of your eyes.
I just want to stare into your eyes and feel your breath against me.
Sometimes I do. Sometimes I feel that way. I can feel your heat radiating off of you.
But then I am unsure.
I don't want to shower you with love. I don't want to scare you away. So... I just stay.
I stay close. I confirm you. That is the only way I can love you.
I will always be there. I will always be your closest friend. I will always love you....
But maybe it cannot be...
That is the question. Does he love me or does it matter?
