Quiet nights, undoubtedly exhausted. But my mind is fighting against sleepiness. Like I was going to die the next moment, life flashes in front of my eyes; life only after you've walked in.
You made me experience a lot of feelings, often at the extreme end of the scale.
Fear was when you pulled me in for a kiss after our second date.
Wanted was when fear died and when I finally appreciate how you invite my lips to yours.
Thrill was your hand rested on my thigh under the table while gambling at my bestfriend's house. (We weren't even anything yet)
Hurt was when you called me one night and forced things out of me. You didn't think how much it'll hurt but I felt like I am less than nothing to you.
Happy was receiving sunflowers from you at midnight, on my birthday. & ribena when you came back from your dinner break.
Used was when you were angry when I refused to.
Annoyed was when you count my pimples.
Sweet was when you said you don't mind them.
Secure was whenever I am with you.
Home was when we do grocery shopping at midnight.
Respect was when you point out my flaws and help me change them.
No was when I had to let you go that night. It wasn't a special day but every cell in me screamed no on the thought of letting you go. Guess this makes that night special anyhow.
Everything was.
And Love is when you moved on. & this is the only is.
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