Not just an admirer. I'm obessed. <3
I have watched your moves from afar and gazed at your face from a distance. I constantly fantasize about the day you’ll notice me and sweep me off my feet. It’s love. The way your hair falls on your face when you shake your head to keep up with the rhythm of the music makes me…speechless. Stop and please. Please just tell me that you love me as much as I love you.
I love the way the rough softness of your hands caress against my hair, your eyes staring up into the television as I look up from sleeping on your lap, how your arms are just beginning to develop muscle lines, the flatness of your nose as you press it alongside mine, how your laugh fills up the air with warmth.
You’re adorable. You’re cute. You’re extremely handsome. And I’ve watched your moves from afar and gazed at your face from a distance. I don’t care about any other girl and I resist any signs of jealousy because you make me feel pretty. I want to look nice around you. I want you to complement me. I want you.
I live day to day thinking of you. I fall asleep dreaming that you’re next to me, feeling your skin underneath my hand, running your hands down my back and every part of me. Stop and please think. I want to hold you close and never let you go. I can’t sleep and your mouth… Beauty. It closes my throat whenever you speak.
But I realize we can never be. Truly. No matter how adorable, cute, extremely handsome, I’ll watch your moves from afar and continue to gaze at your face from a distance. It’s safer with no rejections. I sit here and hope: a rope held up by a thread.
I love the way the rough softness of your hands caress against my hair, your eyes staring up into the television as I look up from sleeping on your lap, how your arms are just beginning to develop muscle lines, the flatness of your nose as you press it alongside mine, how your laugh fills up the air with warmth.
You’re adorable. You’re cute. You’re extremely handsome. And I’ve watched your moves from afar and gazed at your face from a distance. I don’t care about any other girl and I resist any signs of jealousy because you make me feel pretty. I want to look nice around you. I want you to complement me. I want you.
I live day to day thinking of you. I fall asleep dreaming that you’re next to me, feeling your skin underneath my hand, running your hands down my back and every part of me. Stop and please think. I want to hold you close and never let you go. I can’t sleep and your mouth… Beauty. It closes my throat whenever you speak.
But I realize we can never be. Truly. No matter how adorable, cute, extremely handsome, I’ll watch your moves from afar and continue to gaze at your face from a distance. It’s safer with no rejections. I sit here and hope: a rope held up by a thread.