I'm about to burst. And it's happening real soon. I can't hide this feeling anymore. The more I hide it, the more pain it gives me. You see, it's 5:04AM, I have so much things to do like reviewing for a quiz, a paper, an assignment and a lab report but I'm here writing about you. It's just not right anymore. I mean, why am I like this? My heart is in pain almost 24/7 just by thinking about things about you. In the first place, the problem with me is I think about the negative things. I know I should not think about those but I'm sorry if I do. It's just that I'm a bit overprotective of people that I love. And those people include you. I know you know how I feel about you. Yes, I've said this a million times, in a million blogs, and told it to a million people but I just can't stop thinking of how you and I could stay like this even though deep inside our hearts we know that there is something to begin with. Maybe that feeling of having somethings is just my imagination, or maybe it's one sided with me just being the one having feelings but I don't care. All I care about is you, and things that could help me make you happy. Things that could help me see your pretty smile every single time you are with me.
I am being consumed by my love for you.
Last night, I tried to keep you away from my thoughts by sleeping, but as usual, you simply pop up in my dreams and then wake me up with tears in my eyes. Then I realize, that for the nth time in my life, I'm missing you.
I miss your eyes.
Yesterday, I saw through your eyes, again. Your brown eyes which could tell me everything. It could, but then again, I am no psychic to know everything. I really love those eyes. They are perfect orbs of goldish brown which mystifies me every single time I look into them. You take me to places I've never been and I get lost in the dreams which your two eyes present. Your eyes shine like the sun. And a long time ago, it started to be my sun. A symbol of something that could make my day complete. A symbol of hope and a symbol of something that warms me up when all I could feel was pain and loneliness.
I miss your touch, I miss your laughter, I miss your smile.
These things are the things I really miss the most. They are the symbol of your happiness and joy. And they are what keeps me going. Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, having simple moments wherein you touch my hand, it really makes someone like me happy. Someone who cares so much not only about you, but also for your happiness. Someone who would give anything just to see you smile on days wherein you are in pain, in doubt and in the deepest and loneliest part of yoour life. I never wanted anything more than your happiness. To hear your laughter makes me happy. So in a sense, by making you happy, I inject happiness in my system as well. A system wherein you are the blood that keeps me alive.
I miss the scent of your hair, I miss the sound of your voice.
A scent and a sound. These things appeal to your senses, and I've already attuned mine to yours. I miss that scent of your hair whenever yoou come near. The scent of shampoo or conditioner which I would've known wherever I could be. I miss that crystal voice of yours, the way you talk, the way you assert yourself and the way you present your weird ideas to me. Just like your scent, I could've known your voice a sheer 10 km away. I would've turn my head just by hearing you snort or call my name. Whatever sound you make, it has been recorded in my system and I would know just by hearing them that it's you.
And I miss everything. Everything about you. Every simple detail that is left unsaid. The white lines in your hair, the moles in your face, your fingers and toes, your clothes, your bag, your ballpen, the way you look when you concentrate..literally everything. Evrything about you. And I miss them, because I love you. And I would always will until the time comes when there is nothing left in this world to keep me going. No more possibilities, no more chances, no more opportunities. And I hope that that time would never come, because if it did come, then I would cease to exist.
Because what you are to me, is what life is to each and every human being in this world.
I love you.
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I am being consumed by my love for you.
Last night, I tried to keep you away from my thoughts by sleeping, but as usual, you simply pop up in my dreams and then wake me up with tears in my eyes. Then I realize, that for the nth time in my life, I'm missing you.
I miss your eyes.
Yesterday, I saw through your eyes, again. Your brown eyes which could tell me everything. It could, but then again, I am no psychic to know everything. I really love those eyes. They are perfect orbs of goldish brown which mystifies me every single time I look into them. You take me to places I've never been and I get lost in the dreams which your two eyes present. Your eyes shine like the sun. And a long time ago, it started to be my sun. A symbol of something that could make my day complete. A symbol of hope and a symbol of something that warms me up when all I could feel was pain and loneliness.
I miss your touch, I miss your laughter, I miss your smile.
These things are the things I really miss the most. They are the symbol of your happiness and joy. And they are what keeps me going. Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, having simple moments wherein you touch my hand, it really makes someone like me happy. Someone who cares so much not only about you, but also for your happiness. Someone who would give anything just to see you smile on days wherein you are in pain, in doubt and in the deepest and loneliest part of yoour life. I never wanted anything more than your happiness. To hear your laughter makes me happy. So in a sense, by making you happy, I inject happiness in my system as well. A system wherein you are the blood that keeps me alive.
I miss the scent of your hair, I miss the sound of your voice.
A scent and a sound. These things appeal to your senses, and I've already attuned mine to yours. I miss that scent of your hair whenever yoou come near. The scent of shampoo or conditioner which I would've known wherever I could be. I miss that crystal voice of yours, the way you talk, the way you assert yourself and the way you present your weird ideas to me. Just like your scent, I could've known your voice a sheer 10 km away. I would've turn my head just by hearing you snort or call my name. Whatever sound you make, it has been recorded in my system and I would know just by hearing them that it's you.
And I miss everything. Everything about you. Every simple detail that is left unsaid. The white lines in your hair, the moles in your face, your fingers and toes, your clothes, your bag, your ballpen, the way you look when you concentrate..literally everything. Evrything about you. And I miss them, because I love you. And I would always will until the time comes when there is nothing left in this world to keep me going. No more possibilities, no more chances, no more opportunities. And I hope that that time would never come, because if it did come, then I would cease to exist.
Because what you are to me, is what life is to each and every human being in this world.
I love you.
10111
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