it is 7.39am and i love you, i will love you at 7.40am, 7.40pm, 8, 9, 10. it's you and it has always been. i think i've reached a point where i cannot imagine having not met you / though at times i really wished i haven't. i do not understand how someone can love so hard, yet display so little, or so it seems. i am sorry i've a loving and sentimental heart, i think i act too much and think through too little. i'm sorry that at times, i expire and i run out, sometimes, i've to be paired with something else to make myself better.
i want to be nestled within your compliments, i want my happiness to be yours. you know how full this is?- you make my heart happy; it isn't a metaphor, "YOU make my heart happy!" i took it out on you, i don't think you caught it though, it was silliness on my part to think you would. we spoke a different language and meditated on different ideas, you. are. so. different.
i want to be nestled within your compliments, i want my happiness to be yours. you know how full this is?- you make my heart happy; it isn't a metaphor, "YOU make my heart happy!" i took it out on you, i don't think you caught it though, it was silliness on my part to think you would. we spoke a different language and meditated on different ideas, you. are. so. different.
