He Who Has No Name
He does have a way with words. Each word he's said makes me want to just captivate them,his words,and savor them,keep them to myself. These words he's used that are so calm,sweet. These words he's used are for me and should not be heard by any other ears. That pounding feeling in my heart when he talks to me,what is it? I haven't a single clue why,I would just speak with him and I felt like I was safe,like I was home. I'm falling for him,even with my insecurities he accepts me. He tells me I'm wonderful for who I am,all these things. I love him..But,the saddest part is,he doesn't love me.
