I want this. Well, I think I do.
I am scared.
The mere notion that I may never have you, or even worse, getting what I want and have a realisation I only desired someone I thought I could never have.
There’s always something about you.
I can’t pin point or even explain it. It’s a feeling I get.
When I hear your name, I re-visit the past that I look back on fondly and anticipate the new memories we will create.
When I see your face, My heart skips a beat and I feel like my pin cushion universe is whole again.
When you speak, I simply trapped, lured in by your dreams, opinions, silly old man jokes.
I wanna know are you waiting on me like I’m busy being yours to fall for somebody new?
There’s no universe, here or parallel where I don’t want to know you.
You’ve impacted my life so dramatically, it goes to show we are always bound to one another.
The endless source to my pain + happiness
I love you.