He asked me if I had ever been in love. I don't know if I have or not. It's a possibility, I told him, but I'm not sure. He asked what it felt like. How the rest of the world felt around me. How life felt. I told him I actually wanted to wake up. That when I was around that person, I could be nothing but happy. That I enjoyed waking up, just to see him. Then that was it. That was all he asked him. He doesn't know that I was talking about him. That when I was in love with him, life was so much better, yet immensely more difficult all at the same time. That it was easier to smile and be happy when I was in love with him. So, this funny feeling I've got, I'm gonna call it love. It feels like it did before, and who am I to deny my heart's desire. So, yea, I've been in love before. But he will never know...
I loved him then...
I love him now...
And I will always love him...
From now, until my love sick heart gives out and my body rots in a casket in the ground.
I will always love him.
Jayybirrd · Sun Aug 23, 2009 @ 06:42pm · 0 Comments