a quick confession
But hey. Where do i begin?
One of my favourite songs taught me that: Love should be soft, gentle and pure. At first, i thought it had to be mutuals, especially when i liked someone. But sometimes, things don’t turn out the way I expect them to, and that can be scary, painful, and sad, too.
Adulthood has taught me that, it is okay to admire someone without having them in your life. If you have the need to give Love, let go of your fears and let your heart shine!
One thing i believe is that: Love exists in so many forms, as Olivia Dean says. Sometimes, actions, glances and the way someone speaks say enough, but damn.. they are hardly noticeable.
Here are some things i hold on to when i like someone: Just introduced myself, show him how i feel about something, and my love-languages. As if im doing a presentation about myself. Like it or not, its his problem. I am not losing anything for being myself.
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The one who recognizes it is the lucky one; the one who questions it has yet to experience it.
After our first interaction, its very obvious. I like what im currently reading right now. I keep digging into what comes next, as if it’s a never-ending chapter waiting to be uncovered.
You were an imaginary man to me in the beginning, the universe made it happen and thats why i became interested in you. Those moments we shared, the ones only the two of us knew about, are my favourite paraghraphs — the kind i could read over and over again without ever getting tired of them. Oh, how i wish they could become our rituals someday.
If you let me, i´d like to continue my presentation. I still have more slides to show and explain. Instead of cutting me off, you give me the time i need and gently ask questions as i stumble over my words. You make it all easy. There is no pressure, as if this were a job interview. You turned my brain off. You make time to listen to my stories every day, even some of them are nonsense or very strange in your world.
Its not your fault. Its a feeling i can barely control: admiring you, falling for you. I suppose im only human after all. I dont want to talk about the things, running through my head just yet, but so far, you are constant.
