Dear D
Will it always be like yesterday? Will it always be me starting conversation to make you say something? Okay, I will wait for a week like you asked me to. I believe you.
Honestly speaking I miss the days when it wasn't so hard to trust you. I hadn't bound you to me back then. We were just two people who were good friends and knew that the feelings between us were stronger than just friendship, but didn't do anything for fear of our relationship failing. One could say we were right to be afraid. Look at us. Completely messy.
When I'll see you again, I guess I'll completely forget all the cool things I wanted to say to you instead of a greeting. Something along the line "So, am I getting a welcome-back-kiss?", for example. No, I'll forget everything around us and just lunge at you. I'll hug you tight and breathe in the smell of your aftershave (you really have to tell me what brand it is). I'll forget my father's sour face. I'll forget my friend, at whose place we'll meet as always. I'll forget my sister's protests. It'll just be you.
How can a person feel that way I wonder. Love is something I'll never understand. Nobody does, really.
Nevertheless, I can tell you with full confidence that it's true: I love you.
/P.
No comments:
Post a Comment