Saturday, 17 December 2011
10:37:41 AM (GMT)
You have long dark hair.
Your facial structure is amazing.
Your chest... I don't even know. I love it.
Your eyes are that nice shade of grey... My favorite shade.
Your hands fit perfectly around mine.
And we make a perfect spoon.
But despite how nice that is, I like you because you're Michael.
You know how my head works.
You're one of the few.
And although, sometimes you use it to give me that horrible feeling in my throat.
Like if I open my mouth tears will come streaming down.
I still love you, becaus at the end of the day, the good outweighs the bad.
You're saving up money to come visit me.
You've realized that I'm not much for cheesy things, and call me pretty, because
beautiful sounds fake.
You know that sometimes I need a shove in the right direction,
And that sometimes I mess up, but I don't mean to.
You know that my feelings of apathy are a cover, like a shell. My trying not to get
And no matter how much they bother you (I know they do) you always tell me to stop
pretending like I don't care.
At the end of the night, you make me happy.
Thinking about you makes me smile.
The kind of smile I don't realize is there until someone tells me.
It's a nice feeling.