All I know is that you’re so nice
You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something
I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style
I wish you couldn’t figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you’d hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you’d never forget
The look on my face when we first met
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
‘Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three
I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you’d be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn’t eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
Look, all I know is that you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something
Being in love is a curious thing…and the fact of the matter is…I am in love whether my brain realizes it or not with a person I have never gone out with and have only spoken a few words with.
It’s a funny feeling….really it is.
Everytime I think of you…a smile creeps across my face…my eyes light up…I can feel my face warm…its such a unique sensation and it saddens me to think that I haven’t made a move to try and ask you out because the sheer thought of it terrifies me. I can only talk about little things and hope that maybe you feel the same way and we can eventually hang out. I don’t know anymore…all I know is that your eyes kill me every time…Your voice kills me everytime. Ugh…
Seeing your face and then losing it again..feeling my heart beat faster and faster…feeling those butterflies. Its the most magically terrifying thing in the world. Its addictive beyond anything I have ever experienced.
It’s that momentary, fleeting second of happiness that warms me to the core. The way your eyes follow my own tracing the movements of my lips…the way your speech speeds up, or the way I hopeless clamor to find some sort of words to say to you in the hopes that you’ll return them with some of your own…
It’s the uncertainty that terrifies me. The fact that I don’t know if you truly feel the same about me. That maybe I’m stuck in this melancholic day dream. A wound in my heart that opens up every time you utter a single word.
Perhaps I am better off not knowing for it would be terrible to ruin such a beautiful memory.
“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.”—Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming (via larmoyante)