I'm Predictable.
Oh boy.
He's just so cute.
I feel like I'm falling in love with him all over again.
Of course, this is not a good thing since there's...supposedly no hope for us.
And yet, here I am, falling for his beauty again and again.
I think I'll be hopelessly in love with him for...the rest of forever.
I wish I would have noticed how clingy I was being and how independent he is BEFORE all of this happened.
But alas, I'm dumb.
And I don't think he'd give me a second chance : / Even though I've learned...*sigh*
He's great though.
And our conversations have become rather normal again. I tease him. He teases me.
He says he's sorry about silly things. I say I'm sorry about everything.
His hugs are still just as warm.
Though now, the second I let go, he leaves.
This is why I cried when we had to seperate.
Because...I associate hugging you with you leaving me behind and being the great, perfect person you are without me.
I will kiss you again before I leave. I couldn't let myself NOT do that.
I must.
I love your kisses.
My lips are frigid. My lips are just SO COLD with out them. They're practically dead.
Do you ever feel the urge to kiss them when we hug? Maybe you don't anymore...
'Cause, what? It's been 2 weeks.
*sigh*
As everyday passes, do my chances lessen?
I will kiss you again.
I could care less about some random chick you dig right now.
She's nothing compared to me.
I know that and deep down, you know that.
Don't pretend.
You're pretty. You're perfect.
And I hope you'll always know that there's SOMEONE that thinks of you like that every day forever and ever, never ceasing.
Even if I may give my love to another as well, part of me is always yours. This me, from this time, is all for you, the you you are now.
This me belongs to this you, no matter what our future selves say or wish or think.
They can't change the we we are now.
...THAT's what I was trying to say to you. We can be "we" even if it's just for now...
And...
To quote my own poem...
You told me a million times that you deal with your problems yourself.
...Why am I only hearing you now?