I hate that you don’t notice me, people say im lucky; because you hug me, ask if im okay, and seem to genuinely care.
But I think, well I could never imagine someone liking this, you deserve perfection and in my eyes, I am a million galaxies way from that. Everything about me I despise, jealousy is a weakness- my weakness. I am a slave to it.
When we talk, I feel on top of the world, but when we dont, im wishing we were. I could sit and stare at you for days, taking in every detail and never getting bored. If only. People don’t see what I do in you, they must be crazy.
But, my feelings are mixed some times you make me feel so incredibly furious, and the weird thing is, I don’t even know why. Others, I feel magical, almost impossible and invincible.
Is this love?
The slightest touch, sends me over the moon with joy, my whole body tingles and I lose feeling in my fingers, my legs don’t feel like mine anymore and as I walk toward you my heart beats a million miles an hour.
Is this love?
Since that very first, incredibly nerve-wracking moment when I first told you I ‘really liked you’, you acted perfectly, just the way I hoped.
We play around with the word love, but I want to hear you mean it, to come out of those perfectly angelic lips with purpose.
We may not be dating, and i’v been told numerous times that its sure to never happen, but I refuse to believe it, although it never leaves, that tiny niggling place at the back of my consciousness. Constant.
I know I really like you, and infact I believe its maybe something more, I know how much im bursting to say those three words to you, but I know I cannot yet, because modern society judges every single one of us. I am not weak, but I care.
Is this love?
Is this love?
