Love.

(They say you know when you’re in love when you can’t sleep because reality is finally better then your dreams…

…what they don‘t tell you is that it doesn‘t always work that way)

It’s a feeling that can’t be explained.
It’s a smile that comes from just hearing your name.
It’s how everything always finds a way to remind me of you.
It’s how even after all this time, I still have no idea what to do.

It’s another conversation I will never forget.
It’s another moment I could never regret.
It’s how most of my thoughts are consumed by you.
It’s how no matter how hard I try, I still have no idea what to do.

It’s talking about you all of the time.
It’s talking, for some reason, in rhyme.
It’s how I’m forever wishing that I was with you.
It’s how I try to move on, but still have no idea what to do.

It’s wanting to sleep so I can dream of you and me.
It’s wanting to be able to show you what we could be.
It’s how even though I don’t want it to, my heart will always belong with you.
It’s how no matter how many times I tell myself I don’t love you…

…I will always know that will never be true.

The End

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