You know what? You're rather slow.
You should know by now that I'm never as nice to other people as I am to you. Complements, complements, complements... saying things I never would have it was someone else.
Because I deeply care about you. More then care, even. Lust, like...
Love.
I can't help but feel a whole lot better when I'm around you or talking to you.
I miss you. I know I should have said something today, but you never said anything last night, so how was I supposed to know what to do? ...Or even if you saw what I confessed...
I never confess. It's only happened one other time, and that was because I was moving away. But I'm not going anywhere this time, and neither are you. So, it's your call. I can't tell you how much I would love for you to like me even half as much as I like you. It would make my world spin upside down, but in a good way. A light headed, fluttery chest, tingles down your spine kind of way.
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I'm not the most consistent person.
When I look into your eyes, I see myself. I see things the way they're supposed to be, righted. I see you, and I can't turn away.
You know me like no other person does, and I would never leave you. Please know this.