I will say more. Saying more means loving more. I believe that’s what I should do. I will fill the time with the words about you around us. Please don’t mind my silly questions I’m asking. It’s because I’m genuinely curious about you. Knowing you more means getting closer to you. But giving you a feeling that I’m a good person is an important concern to me. I might clearly remember how you look at my eyes when you are talking to me. The time I have with you is so precious that I will not even think about myself. We are going to set the same frequency so that you will know what I’m thinking just by looking at each other’s eyes. And I will be happy to know the way you look at the world. Then let me peek into the wall so I can see the castle you are living. Making you happy is my only purpose.
I wish my sad feeling is wrong. If I find out our love is in vain… Wait for me where you can see the ocean. The fog will disappear soon. Everything will be clear then. I will embrace the past sadness. If I reflect on your lonely eyes, will you come to me? Won’t you look at me if only a lot of time pass? The one I will stay with forever is only you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. However you think of me, it’s alright. I wanted to tell you I love you.
I said it’s fine. It can happen. It’s not fine for you probably. But it’s not fine for me at all when you said you regret sleeping with the guy because you have been waiting for so long to sleep with the guy for the first time. When you told me that, my world collapsed and I wanted to cry. I remember the song goes like, there is always someone faster. Why did I like that line? Did you pretend to like me since I was just one of your lists you can try to sleep with? I did not want you to tell me that because I like you now. You could have kept it a secret forever although it may hurt you. I don’t know what to do now.
Can I hold your hand? I feel heartbeat from the wrist. Is it yours or mine? Our trembling hands. Your warmness. I want to spend the night with you. The words do not fall from my mouth. My quivering eyes. Now I hear my heartbeat in my ears. I want to cuddle with you. Would you look at my eyes more than my trite words? I’ve been inside of you. But there is no space for me to be in you. Your breath. Your sigh. Your fear. Your hesitation. I have to go. You leave through the door without looking back.