Monday, May 31, 2010

my feelings for you..its real.

I fell in love with you because i never found a guy who treat me like you treat me. I know you don’t feel the way that I do for you but let me tell you one thing, I may not be perfect but I know i love you than you love me. even though you have a girlfriend(maybe), I deserve a chance. If she’s not loving you enough, I am here, I won’t be giving you all of me but you can get the best parts, promise. I’m going crazy trying to figure out what your actions meant, you’re a nice person, probably the nicest among the guys that I’ve liked and I don’t want to expect anything. I like you and if liking you is wrong then I think I’d rather have it the wrong way than the other.

as many people tend to do when they realize that they are in love, i hope to know you better. you are full of mystery and that makes me feel to know about you more. what your favorite colors are, what food you like to eat, what your pet peeves are.I was so happy to see you the other day because u want to come to my house even though it takes a big risk. but.. my dad wont let us to be together.i was trying so hard so not to cry. you never know your small actions keep me awake all night and most of the time, it bring tears to my eyes. But, this is my choice. I think you’re worth the pain… I think you’re wonderful in so many ways and you never fail in giving me more reasons not to give up on you.

i am very jealous of every girl that chat with you on facebook. that really annoy me.It breaks my heart all time and time again. But I can’t stop thinking of you. I just can’t. You had me and you know it. I don’t even care if you read this, but if you do, read this carefully.

I am not beautiful, not even kind, I can’t use an eyeliner or wear high heels.i talk nonsense and i never sleep early like you always want to.
I like you.

I love the way you smile and the way you handle things.

I love the way you call my name and start acting like a retard.

I love you and it makes me sick.

Sick because I can’t have you.

And I knew it.

But I still chose it.

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