the feelings I've kept bottled inside, open and honest to myself
Hello 'stranger'
When I think about a relationship with you, it frightens me, a lot. I don't know why, 'cause you're the one that I want. But a want isn't always a need. Yeah, I honestly think I can live without you, I only have to see your pretty face everyday. Maybe I'm just really, really attracted to you. No, you're not the most gorgeous boy in town, but you just have something, something unique. I can't describe what it is, but it keeps me staring at you. And you know what I truely like? It's when I catch you staring back at me. But it's frustrating that I don't know what you're thinking. I don't know if you want me, like me or maybe love me. But the last one would be ridiculous. I mean, okay, we know eachother for 9 years, but that's because we are neighbours. And come on, I was 6 when I met you, at that age you don't talk about love. When you, my brother & your sister went to highschool, I was left alone I guess. We didn't talk to eachother anymore, we just became strangers. And then I got back in your school, when I saw you again I could only think; wow, he's stunning. I still think that, and that you're sweet, but that's because you're my neighbour, you were always nice to me. So I guess you still are. And yeah, you're almost perfect, but I just don't love you. I don't know if I even like you. You're just an handsome, sweet guy, nothing more, nothing less. But it's just too long ago that we really talked, I mean like 'talked', you know? But there's one thing I know for sure; I could fall in love with you so easy. I'm not going to make the first move, so if you think about me the same, you know what you got to do.
When you stop fighting, you stop living. We all need that thing that's worth fighting for. Maybe it's a certain someone or a special place, or maybe just an idea. So find your fight, and fight like hell until your battle is won.
If I could, I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells, and remove whatever makes you hurt. But I'm too weak to be your cure.
You're not with me, and that's killing me. When someone finds me, dead, don't blame yourself. 'Cause it's not all your fault, it's that fucking desire of me.
