She
said, maybe we could try this thing called love.
Maybe i dont want it..
Maybe i do..
..or maybe im just scared.
When someone starts to label, anything at all, things change...
View and expectations change.
Maybe im not ready...
...but how would i know if i dont try.
...i like her and i want to be with her, but i fear the future.
....i rather not know.
... But i get curious.
I become very curious about people..
.. Who they are
.. How they react
.. Do they lead
.. Or do they follow.
I fear once i am curious no more, i will distance.
.. Could i just be only interested in the subject manner of people?
She asked me, why am i here... Where do i see myself as i am holding her hand...
...i responded with,Like.
I like you.
I like the way your hand fits mine
I like that feeling i get when all i need to do is look into your eyes and my heart skips a beat
I like the way you fit in my arms
I like how you know my coffee
I like watching you talk, as your facial expressions i adore
I like how you include me
I like how you deal with my emotions
I like how we need not be fancy but have only each others company
I like how you explore me, and how i explore you
I think i like you a little bit more...
.a little bit more each day.
But.
I wanted to say i love her.
I wanted to say that i love every single inch of her body
I wanted to say that i love every bit of her mind
I wanted to say that i love every part of her personality
I wanted to say...please never leave.
...i feel that she is too good for me and that somewhere out there she will find her match, someone that is better than me..
...i need to find the strength within myself to be more open...
Let people in so it wont be so bad in here in my mind.
...In my heart.
I often wonder why she chose me
Why didnt she choose that hot girl standing next to me, but me?
Why is she trying to understand this twisted soul
Just, why me..
But then i stop and realise.. That why am i thinking so much and so hard!
Why am i not in bed holding her to sleep right now, but sitting across the room writting this post!
I am so glad i went to the store that day...
Dedicated to My Sweet Heart Jessi(VENGAT)
----------------------> VENGAT JESSI
Maybe i dont want it..
Maybe i do..
..or maybe im just scared.
When someone starts to label, anything at all, things change...
View and expectations change.
Maybe im not ready...
...but how would i know if i dont try.
...i like her and i want to be with her, but i fear the future.
....i rather not know.
... But i get curious.
I become very curious about people..
.. Who they are
.. How they react
.. Do they lead
.. Or do they follow.
I fear once i am curious no more, i will distance.
.. Could i just be only interested in the subject manner of people?
She asked me, why am i here... Where do i see myself as i am holding her hand...
...i responded with,Like.
I like you.
I like the way your hand fits mine
I like that feeling i get when all i need to do is look into your eyes and my heart skips a beat
I like the way you fit in my arms
I like how you know my coffee
I like watching you talk, as your facial expressions i adore
I like how you include me
I like how you deal with my emotions
I like how we need not be fancy but have only each others company
I like how you explore me, and how i explore you
I think i like you a little bit more...
.a little bit more each day.
But.
I wanted to say i love her.
I wanted to say that i love every single inch of her body
I wanted to say that i love every bit of her mind
I wanted to say that i love every part of her personality
I wanted to say...please never leave.
...i feel that she is too good for me and that somewhere out there she will find her match, someone that is better than me..
...i need to find the strength within myself to be more open...
Let people in so it wont be so bad in here in my mind.
...In my heart.
I often wonder why she chose me
Why didnt she choose that hot girl standing next to me, but me?
Why is she trying to understand this twisted soul
Just, why me..
But then i stop and realise.. That why am i thinking so much and so hard!
Why am i not in bed holding her to sleep right now, but sitting across the room writting this post!
I am so glad i went to the store that day...
Dedicated to My Sweet Heart Jessi(VENGAT)
----------------------> VENGAT JESSI
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