i know i will just swallow those words back whenever i got
them on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be said. it feels weird to be myself,
knowing nothing about you, but also claiming that i am the man in the world who
loves you the most. sometimes you smile and i have no idea what is it that
makes you draw such a lovely curve on your face. sometimes you give me a straight
face that makes me wondering if i look bad, or if i did something wrong.
i feel silly, i always do. but feelings are silly, anyway. especially
something that comes from irrational things. love, it even sounds so stupid
whenever people say it carefully, like the world is going to break into seven
pieces. now you try to say “LOVE” in front of the mirror and look how silly you
are. ….. well of course.
and i, again, jumped into other thing whenever i talk about
something else. and i lost my mood to write about the main reason why i write
this post.
i want to be able to see things from your point of view. even
more, i want to know you better.
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