I may say I don’t want a commitment. I may have my wall up. But each day I spend with you a brick crumbles. I’m not good with affection, expressing it or receiving it. But I do love it. And believe me, I love you. I may not text you a whole day because I don’t want to annoy you. When we argue, know this; I only ever argue with people I know I can forgive and will forgive me. I don’t argue with just anyone. I love our little spats, because it heats us up, passion. Passion a relative of Love. And no matter how many times I tell you I’m okay with no labels, know that I want no-one else but you, and hope with hope that you have the same idea. I’m just a big pussycat. I don’t want my heart to get broken. And when finally I can’t deny that I love you, I’ll tell you, because even if that puts me at risk of you crushing my heart, my hopes and my dreams, I won’t be able to live another day without you knowing how deeply I care.
x
by anonymous