So there we go, I'm completly and utterly in love with
you. I could be more cliche and say I don't understand
what you've done to me - but truthfully, I know exactly
what you've done/what you are doing. You're being
you. I fallen for you, everything about you draws me in. I
feel sick when the time comes where we have to part, because
neither of us are ever sure when the next time we'll meet
is. I miss you when you're not there and I crave your
presence so often. I wish so much that we could be together
more often; you're so perfect to me. I could sit for
hours, remembering all the different times we've spent
together. Every time I'd turn and catch you watching me
with the corners of your lips curled, I didn't even know
feeling like this was possible. Of course, now I do. But why
did you choose me? It's often a thought that enters my
mind. Don't get me wrong, I'm entirely grateful for
you to be mine. I just wonder what you think when you see me.
I love you so much, it hurts my head. Please don't leave,
ever.