Is it ok that I love you? That I need you more than air? Every slice of oxygen I inhale is a little piece of you. Without you I'm suffocating in zero-gravity.
… I'm screaming in this crowded room and nobody looks up, nobody cares.
Are you ok with the idea of me aching for you with every single yearning bone in my body? Needing you so much, you're face is that only thing that comes to mind.
You're fine? It's ok that each tear that slides down my red, heated cheeks is because of you? That every time you say "hello" my heart skips a beat? A beat. Another beat. Another & another. Your voice sends shivers down my spine, nipping at my toes, causing my whole body to shake with wanting.
I love you.
I want you.
I need you.
… I miss you.
All three word statements. All hold meaning. All pointed towards you.
This doesn't weird you out? Us not speaking and me laying this on you? No weirdness? No awkwardness? Nothing?
Oh, it does weird you out a bit?
That's fine. I expected that.
But, you feel the same way too … right? You care about me in the same way? You think I'm special and important? Beautiful and lovely?
… you don't?
Oh … that's ok.
… I was just lying anyways.
Pointless. xxEmilyKearsexx