I just can't seem to get you off of my mind. Your just there.
You...you..
I don't know, your eyes, your smile, your touch, your sweater, your texts, your laugh, the sound you make when your frustrated, your body, your PROTECTIVE instincts...those..
Those are the things that keep me up at night. Everything about you sparks something inside of me that I can't control. Some wierd emotion that isn't invented and if it is it is anonymous, unknown. That thought..the thought of hope, is what keeps me going.
Or is it love?
It couldn't be, because you know what? Love is just a disease.
And infection to ones heart, something someone will never be able to explain. And their only definition for the word is just an opinion. But no one, no one at all, can say that they love someone, without experiencing all of these emotions.
The fear, the pain, the worry, the doubt, everything inside of you screaming for an answer.
And all you do is try to find out, but you never get the answer.
Because you know what? It's fake.
The whole love thing, its. all. fake.
Everyone wants something for something greater than themselves. Something to make them a better person.
We are a lie.
This world.. it's just a lie.
