whining

[karooka_olya]

 It’s the eyes. Your eyes are like the eyes of a child. That is why it is so easy to fall in love with you. Every single girl, who by some reason couldn’t or wouldn’t have a fifteen year old boy to fall in love, a boy who’s completely made of honey an sunrays, would fall for your eyes. Clear and clueless. Every girl, who missed a chance to hold hands in the school hallway; Every girl, who haven’t felt enough of breathtaking childish romance, that seem to cover the whole world with jizzy sparkles of an unexpectedly early sunrise outside the bedroom window; Every girl, who haven’t been filled up till the very forehead with a mixed up feeling of sweet, as a cotton candy, and freezing, terrifying scare of unknown kind of love; Every girl like that, would definitely find this missing part of the worlds happiness in your look. Your clear, naïve glance, that seem to be made of the first snow and hot morning tea with lemon and clear sunflower honey. When a girl, who missed the whole thing of youth is desperately in need of falling in love - there you are. Like a picture, like a story, like an ideal unreal nonexistent being. And yet - the perfect one to fall into.
It would be so great if I could really fall in love. Even with nonexistent being, like you. Even more great if so. But somehow I don’t