You charmed me with your smile first, then with your eyes. And they came along with your personality, your sense of humour, your interesting life, your goals, your visions. Your everything.
For me you're perfection. You... you just have everything I've always been looking for. It looks like a Disney fairy tale until there, but then I realize it can't be true. Good things never happen to me. And you're fair too good.
So what should I do? My soul burns within me, I'm hoping, praying every single day for your attention, and when I got it, Odin please forgive me, but you're bigger than any God! I feel like in home, and that's a huge statement, since I've been "homeless" (in a spiritual way) since the age of ten! and haven't feel truly comfy in this country ever. I've never fit in here. So, when I'm with you, all that is different. This place become paradise, you are the sun, the breeze, the rain, the snow, the green I've been longing for so long. And then , again, I realize it can't be true.
You don't see me the same way I do. For me, you're my special one. I can't spend a single day not wondering where you are, what are you doing, whether you remember me or not.
How naïve I am, though! I expect for you to come one day, appear out of nowhere and say that you feel the same way. I'm seriously paying for naïvety there! You just can't do that 'cause you don't know how I feel about you, or at least do not know how important and invasive these feelings are. And I must admit, once more, than I'm such a coward when it comes to love. I hate, I cannot stand being hurt! Physical pain, it's ok. Love-suffering pain? no way. I break into a thousand small pieces. I should fix that. And I swear I would, but... how? how am I supposed to do that? I don't know. I need help. I'm blinded!
I've been told not to tell you, not to mention a pee about it, that I have to wait. But this waiting is killing me in the slowest way nature could find.
You got me stuck! stuck in you! =( I'm craving for your love! you can't measure how unhappy I am right now. How miserable my life becomes when I think about this, and how shadowy it turns when I realize I can't help it.
It's funny how you can be my sun and my rain. Well, that demonstrates you are everything to me. And I am nothing, to you. Just a human in this immense crowded world.
