I miss him.
Oh god, I miss him.
And I love him, I know that for sure,
But I can't say "I love you" first
For fear of the reply.
But he's always in my mind
The first time he said it
My pulse skipped a beat
As I replied with all my heart
I love you I love you
I love you
And now
Does he think I don't mean it
Because I want to scream it day and night?
Does it cheapen the feel if you say it too often?
Even though, internally,
It's always,
Always
There.
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