Let's just ignore the fact that we actually never were lovers. We never were something expected and typical. It has been months since we last talked. Time flies so fast and I always try to get over the fact that something is just not right without you, without your small gorgeous details. Without the brown marvelous curls and the beautiful magical eyes that I miss so badly.
Trust me, my dearest, criminals are uncountable but you are so far the best one because you know exactly how to torture me. How to steal my breath and excite me without even touching me. With a simple innocent yet strong and fascinating look. With the way your body moves and a strange sense of fear makes mine shake. It even causes some tears to rush out of my eyes begging you to ease this body full of desire without me even realizing they did. And I am, as you said, still young and inexperienced to classify this as love. Even though it is complicated, the feelings that hit me when I see you through the loud crowds that suddenly go silent while you become the only sound I can hear are much more powerful.
And I know you adore chaos from the way you describe them and choose words so carefully that I sometimes get lost and start memorizing them. Ignoring my studies, my texts and the songs that I used to listen to. Just that you will be the only thing that crosses my mind. The only person I actually love talking to. I invited you so many times to choose a book from my collection and it was the first time I was ever ready to give up on a book for someone. But, you never came. I even changed the décor of my boring room adding your favorite colors to make you feel comfortable. Blue for calm , red for strength and purple for the mixture .the amazing mixture I imagined multiple days laying on my bed in a sad dress looking at the necklace I bought for your birthday but never had the courage to give you .
I remember the stunning smile on your wondrous face when I gave you that book you told me you wanted to read. And I also remember the first time you touched my hand when you wanted me to stop coloring the table while I was doing it to avoid looking at you and falling deeper in the astonishing eyes of yours and the seductive lips hiding perfect teeth I wanted to take pictures of .
