I just, don’t want, someday when I’ve grewn up older and I have to blame myself for not telling you how much you mean to me.
I’m just being in love, maybe it’s wrong, and maybe I treat my feeling in a bad way.
I don’t know how, but yes, I love you,
I love how you tell your daily story, I won’t be bored
I love how you laugh and smile
I love your genius thinking but less ambitious, it’s really different from me.
I love how honest you are when you whisper to me that you love me
I love you, that simple.
no, maybe this crazy, but okay okay, I give up, I love you so much arv.