In Due Time
There is always sort of this subtle difference between falling in love and having an infactuation. Now I wouldn't say that I'm either, but I would say that love could happen. Why is it deep within our psychology that we believe that we are obligated to be forgiven then granted our wishes? I'm not entirely sure, but when I begin to think about everything I realize that he's just another me. When it comes down to it, I do love myself very much, so why not love someone that's like me? Funny question, but time is of the essence, and my emotions are strong. If we come together, then we'd have a powerful thing going on, one that I'm not sure I'd be able to explain. The little things. They are always what matter most. So as I sit here, in a very rare form (full of joy, trying to control these emotions from escaping into the distant) I solemnly appreciate your presence, your scent, your touch, your smile, your crazy hair that's just like mine, your eyes, ...