Knocking at the Door of Love
It's 2:05 a.m.. 30minutes after my last conversation with her, which is the longest and also most pleasant one I've ever had with a girl. Love is really blocking my mind and reasoning and I know I'm writing the most valuable journal with a haziest mind. If it does not make any senses to anybody, it makes all the sense to me.
Why are her words so lovely? Is it because she puts in as much affection as I do? Whatever the reason is, I appreciate everything she says, and wish that I could forever record everything about us. But still, we're only beginning, or worse. I cannot make any mistake and I'll be the best of myself for her, because she is the only one I want to spend my life and share feelings and thoughts with. I feel I'm knocking at the door of love, ignorant of where it may leads me.
However, the future should not be a problem for the present. And I should never ruin my hope with any bit of worry or insecurity. Efforts repay, even though love don't necessarily. I'm happy only when she is happy. I'm alive only when she is in my world.
Whether this is love I'm unsure. I believe there is no any feeling truer.
I'm only knocking at the door of love.
Why are her words so lovely? Is it because she puts in as much affection as I do? Whatever the reason is, I appreciate everything she says, and wish that I could forever record everything about us. But still, we're only beginning, or worse. I cannot make any mistake and I'll be the best of myself for her, because she is the only one I want to spend my life and share feelings and thoughts with. I feel I'm knocking at the door of love, ignorant of where it may leads me.
However, the future should not be a problem for the present. And I should never ruin my hope with any bit of worry or insecurity. Efforts repay, even though love don't necessarily. I'm happy only when she is happy. I'm alive only when she is in my world.
Whether this is love I'm unsure. I believe there is no any feeling truer.
I'm only knocking at the door of love.