We're all wonderers.
I wonder, whether or not I love you.
I wonder, whether or not you love me.
How can you say you do, and then do those things?
How can I believe you don't, when you do these things?
I can't.
Because you do.
And I do.
It's hard to say.
What do I feel?
If I only knew.
What is the definition of love?
If only I knew.
I'll try.
Try to be the person you need me to be.
Try to be true to myself simultaneously.
I know how to say it.
It leaves my mouth sometimes.
But how do I know that it's true?
How can I trust myself?
The way your cheeks have dimples.
The way your hair feels, when you've just washed it.
The way I know you love me.
The way you never ever wake up when I want you to.
That's what makes me love you.
And I'm sorry.
NOPE FUCK YOU
