When the person you want leaves, you'd expect yourself to confess your undying love to them. But truth is, this isn't love. I'd be silly to call it love. I don't know what it is, and to be something I know it must also be in return. Maybe it's just friendship, maybe it'll grow or maybe it's nothing. All I know is that I can feel it, and my thoughts always trail back to you. It's bizarre cos we barely know eachother, I only know one small part of your life ... a few scattered memories here and there in toulouse... not enough
When I'm with you I struggle to concentrate, when I catch your gaze I suddenly find it hard to breathe and feel shivers down my spine. When I think of you I catch myself smiling unexpectedly for no reason. You make me laugh without trying, you make me dream without knowing...
You amaze me ... You're so beautiful in who you are, your sweetness, your kindness, your honesty, your laughter... you have a grin that could make anyone cave in. maybe you make everyone feel this way or maybe it's just me. All I know in all of this is that I've loved knowing you, and hope to keep on knowing you.