//I am tired of this guessing game Just tell me You love me.//
All those long stares, long walks, never-ending talks, I hide them in the safest place, My heart. Our drunk ramblings. all those almost kisses. I treasure them. Like they mean something. For me at least, they do.
I think about things l think you think about, hoping I could remove all the worry. I think about your favorites, trying to make them my favourites so you'd make me/add me at the end of the list. I smile at jokes you love and listen to the songs you adored. I do all this not because you'd love me, but cuz I love you.
After all the heartbreak, I lost trust and interest in love. Until you came by. It felt like you're my first love, like there never was anyone else, or any heartbreak. It felt like there was never a scar there, where your love touched. Or should I say "my love to you" touched!
Before, it was all thorns and shreds, my poems. Now, they speak love and sing joy. They celebrate love that was never spoken of. The quill dipped in our moments and memories, paints the canvas with happily ever after. But, (there will always be a but) the painter is me, who you know, wrote this monologue of love.