Saturday, January 9, 2010
I want to tell you.
That i love every moment i see you. Cherish every conversation we have. You've showed me a life i didn't know I could have. I save every piece of memory that we had so i wont forget, and write down all our inside jokes. I write down every piece of information from when we hung out. I laugh with you and act like I'm okay without telling you the thoughts on my mind. I fear your thoughts. I fear your opinions. And you make me feel on top of the world. I can't describe any of this. Everytime you leave back to school, my heart breaks a little inside. I hate these goodbyes we share.I'm young, I'm weak, not strong at all.. Everytime i say goodbye i hold you like I'll never see you again. Everytime I see a couple walking down the street I think of how we could be. Everytime you leave I try to pretend every feeling I have with you didn't happen, and I move on. And then when you come back, all my trying of moving on goes away. I forget the single life. I feel your warmth. I feel your smile. I feel your hug. You bring every smile my mouth holds out of me. You bring the deepest conversations out of me. And you bring the very best out of me. Your kindness blinds me. You fill my heart to the very top. And when you leave, It's like all the air out of my lungs is taken from me, and I'm lost. I'm so lost. I just recovered from your welcome, and now your gone again. I don't think you'll completely understand how hard this is on me. All your friends talk about you, and whenever I hear your name, a lump forms in my throat. I always think about how I could've told you, and how just maybe things wouldn't be painful right now.These guys I don't even look twice at go crazy after me, and everytime they do, I think of how you are just a couple miles away..I guess I'm too late. & I guess I don't know what I'm doing anymore. We are too close of friends for this to ruin it. I can't tell anyone this, and It's so hard. I want to tell you, That I love you.
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