I ASK MYSELF WHY

If I ask you to love me back, that wouldn’t be right. 

If I ask you to love me now, that wouldn’t be fair. 

If I ask you to stay, that’s too much. 

So I’ll just ask you to please believe that when I say I love you, I mean it. 

I ask myself why, and in that same breath as I watch you, I get my answer. 

It’s everything about you; that teasing smile, that warm scent. 

It’s the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, 
the deepness of your voice that I can, and do, get lost in. 
It’s just everything about you.

♡♡♡

 

But more than that, it’s everything about me. 

It’s everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile, and hurt. 

It’s everything about the way you make me feel. 

And that’s everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go of.