One word. Love. Does it mean anything to you?
When you ask me, am I in love, I don't know what to say- should I say that I am and try to make you jealous? But that could turn against me.
Cold night. I imagine you lying next to me, hugging me, breathing into my neck, your skin against mine. I wouldn't sleep, I would stare into your perfect body, soft, delicate features of your face, your long hair... Morning. Your kiss would dissipate my dreams.
Love is like a little bird: if you tighten it- it will die; if you loosen it- it will fly away. If you really love- release it. If it returns- it will be yours. If not- then it was never truly yours. But how can I release someone I have never had?
Am I a nuisance to you?
But I would wither without your attention.
You're a hero who appears to me to clear my view when I'm too crazy.
Really, it's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
Don't you love how I break? Hang my head in shame, take your name in vain.
Your name... When I hear it... It makes me dizzy. And I thought the feeligns changed, the words still sound the same.
Why love is so complicated? Shouldn't it be as simple as ever?
You said, you haven't slept with him. Who am I to reprehend you?
But what if you did? WHat if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye?
Would you get mad then?
Once, I kissed you on the cheek. I was thanking you for a birthday gift.
It's been awhile, but I can still remember just the way you taste...
You were gone away for some time. I died.