I can't believe it, I can't belive me;
I shouldn't have done it. But, tell me: is it ever easy to try not to adore even the tiniest action someone does when you're infatuated beyond hope?
I personally think that the word 'love' is overused, and in most cases; mistakened with a simple, short-term per say 'crush'. I truly believe that the word 'crush' fits well when you're infatuated, because that's what happens when you confront someone about it; you get crushed, most of the time.
And other times, you feel like you're soaring through the softest clouds on the warmest days because who would've thought? You like them and they like you back.
Now I can't say that I ever got to experience the luxury of my previous statement, she left before I had the chance to. But, if I ever do muster up myself enough to ever tell her, I would without even a millisecond of doubt. It may seem dramatic, crazy, even…
But I do think that I love her.
It won't stop. Every single time her eyes sparkle, brown and pretty with specks and streaks of copper shining when she's in the sun, my adoration only grows.
It was over, she said. She may have been referring to an accidental kiss that happened earlier this week, but to me, it felt as if she was trying to stop my feelings for her altogether. But if I ever get the chance to directly confront her about it, I know what I'm going to say, because it came straight from my heart:
It's not over until I can look in your eyes without falling in love all over again.
With never fading adoration,
Yours truly,
Louis.