It's been 7 weeks. The best 7 weeks of my life... normal people count by the months, but you're something else, you're something special; we count by the weeks.
Today you were a bit awkward... you were away since probably 4 AM and you didn't pick up my call. When you called me back... you were acting wierd. You said how you didn't rendezvous anywhere, whether or not I'd ever run away with you if you did something bad, and if I'd ever suspect you.
Babe I love you. I pour my heart and soul out for you and I don't regret anything I've done for you. I trust you with all I got and I have faith that you can be different, that you can change. I'm different from all the other guys, I know that for a fact.
I don't know what's going to happen in 5 years, 10 years, but right now, all I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, take care of you, and be there for you.
Sometimes I think I worry too much, even over the smallest things, so babe, if anything ever bothers you or you have something troublesome on your mind... I'm here for you, always was, always will be.
So I stopped by your house today. I should've called you and asked you to come out, climbed the side fence and climb into your window, or rang the doorbell, hoping that you would come out. I didn't though. I guess it was just a sudden burst of missing you that got me to 2.1 miles out of my way just to get a chance to see you. I knew you were sleeping, I knew your mom wasn't home... I just couldn't wake you up to see me, and that's what killed me inside. Knowing that you were only about 10-20 feet away from me. Physically, not spiritually.
They call her beautiful
Beautiful face, beautiful underneath...
She's unexplainable, nothing describes how she appears to me.
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