[Filtered Group- Bad dog.]
I love you. I love the way you walk across a room, I love the curl to your hair, I love the cut of your jeans and the way girls stare. But I can't love me for loving you.
I do. Love you. I love your laugh, I love your voice, the deep dark rumble of you telling me what to do, I love that our favourite song is the same and our favourite colour is blue. But I can't love me for loving you.
I love your eyes, I love your ears, I love your freckles and your charms, I love your hands, I love the dark hairs that cover your arms. I love you, every inch, every aspect of you and all the things you do.
But I can't love me for loving you.
And if you love me, and you say that you do, and I am so much a part of you- in some strange way, I must be loving me too.
But I can't (or is it won't?) love me for loving you.