What does it mean when I find myself thinking of you whnever there is even a morsale of time for my mind to roam?
When I am alone, when there is nothing to distract me, my touts stray of to centre around you. Your eyes, your face, your voice...
I don't know what is wrong with me anymore, I can't help but leap for joy everytime I receive a message or hear your voice. And when I don't hear from you, I find myself wondering what would you be doing while I'm just here thinking about you.
I seem to yearn for your company, I would like to make you feel special, to protect that wondrous smile of yours.
I don't know. Maybe some of my friends are right, and being friends is better... but I'm not sure if I can trust those words as they are the very ones I see settling down, leaving me alone in this realm of time long past.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Even as I hear of some eyeraising stories from a friend of mine, although said story is one of tensions and heartache, why do I see one of affection, care and happiness? Why do I see things through rose-tinted lenses?
I know of the potential pitfalls. I know of the dangers. I know of the storms headed my way. Yet my heart is trying to drag me headfirst into it all, and I'm not complaining at all.
All in search of a place of refuge. Somewhere with someone who can save me. From myself.
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