I will memorize your features. I will watch you play your favourite sport without complaints. I will listen to every song you rehearsed and tell you how much I love your voice and the way you strum the guitar strings. How much I really love you.
“I am not her. She is dead. I have killed her the night she came home crying.”
I’d love to love you. Yes, I’d love to hold you tight and whisper in your ear that I do, I really do.
I don’t give a fuck anymore if you think I’m needy, desperate, foolish and just an idiot. I’m not going to Google, “the Art of Texting” (Yes I did that) and find the best words to text you.