Zamilovávám se do Tebe
I want to say it. In my head, I can't stop the words from forming. And its ridiculous. I barely know him. Maybe it's just the idea of him? Half of me keeps talking me into believing it is the truth, that what I feel is real. And the other half of me is shouting, "It's just an idea! It's not real! There is NO hope! Look at the movies you have seen recently! No one ends up where you think they will!"
I just want every minute leading up to seeing him to speed up, and every moment I'm around him to slow down.
But I don't know if I'll ever risk opening my mouth. The idea of losing a friend is too hard.
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