Why do I love you?
Why do I love you?
I never say anything.
I'm always act like I'm at a distance...
But I love you.
It's how I am.
So quiet.
I love you.
I do.
I don't understand it.
I love your counter-part too, but I focus on you...
Is it your hair?
Your beautiful eyes that bring tears to my own in how beautiful they are?
Why do I love thee?
Why?
Tell me why, please!
This makes no sense or logic.
You could kill me, mess with my mind, hurt me...
break me.
You're sadistic, cruel, but in some ways...honest.
But dark honesty. I am light.
Is this why?
Opposites attract?
Why do I love you?
Tell me, please.
I love you so much.
I've realized how much you mean to me.
Your opinon matters to me.
A simple word can cut me severely, or heal me.
Usually ending in tears..
but I always come back.
Faithfully yours, as a woman.
I love you..
the wind blows, tells me why, but I fail to hear...
My young tears flow from my eyes.
So beautiful.
But it's so much more then that.
You're wonderful and I love you.
I want to cry, because I know you're terrible too.
Why I don't understand.
I'm attached, and that's that.
I'm young, still.
I'll be young.
Too young?
Idk.
So much to learn, but I do hope you won't deal your hand.
I'm afraid, but in love.
My mind runs with ideas of the future...
idealistic...
marriage, children... it won't happen.
Well, not with you.
.. I don't know why I love you...
Perhaps the stars. They're all pefect... yours and mine.
Science? Idk, you'd know more then I would about that.
Why does my heart hurt me this way?
Why?
If I'm barely able to feel the emotions I do have, though I'm aware of them and yet this is so strong, how ultimatly strong is it then?
Why do I love you?
Can you tell me?
Would you be willing to humor me?
I'll love you.
For always.
I love you.
I'm still young.
Barely of age...
But, I love you.
Is it wrong? Is it?
Am I bad?
Tell me, why do I love you?
I think about you.
I hold my breath with you around.
I'm afraid you'll blow your top...
but also... I worship you, in my way.
You're special. To me.
I want to kiss you.
To be kissed.
To rest beside you.
To be respectful.
To have tear stains on my pillow if I were with you...fearful of my life.
But I cannot leave.
My heart won't let me.
I cry, I sob.
I want to say, to have the bravey.
But.. I don't.
I'm a coward.
But if you're reading this...
I love you.
Sinserly.
I love you.
Please don't hurt me.
Your words alone...
Can I sit beside you?
Can I hug you?
Can I talk with you without making you mad or furious?
Could you not manipulate me?
Would you accept my love? I humbly ask.
I love both parts of you.
But this part loves you. I know this much.
I don't know how things work.
I love you.