If you ask me if I am in love, I don’t know. I would be lying if I say that I cannot live without you but then I would also be lying if I say that at some level I wouldn’t miss you. I would miss those evenings spent over hot chocolates and stir friend chicken sandwiches, that lazy smile, that wild swing at my arms, the tangential travels from one level to another, miss the way you call me and most of all I’d miss you…..
What am I to do? I have spent enough time on this side of the line to not want to disturb it at the same time I would love to spend time on the other side of the line too. I fear losing you if I tell and I fear losing you if I don’t tell. What am I to do?
What am I to do? I have spent enough time on this side of the line to not want to disturb it at the same time I would love to spend time on the other side of the line too. I fear losing you if I tell and I fear losing you if I don’t tell. What am I to do?
-- There is always some madness in love. But there is always some reason in madness --
Posted May 05, 2010
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