There Is Nothing That Confuses Me As Much As You Do.

I love you. I like you. I think you're okay. I'm not in love with you. 
But if I'm not in love with you, what am I?

I think you're an awesome and lovely person, but there is something within that is wondering: Do I love you?
I hope I do. But I'm not sure. And I hate it! I hate not being sure of my feelings for someone. Thought I know it maybe will grow as the days go by. But still....

We are very alike - like soulmates. You and I we have the same thoughts and I find it perfect. Suddenly, a voice inside my head tells me I don't love you, and that we not might be meant to be. That hurts. It does. Like a knife.


I can picture me with you. Beside me - always. I don't care about what others think about it. It doesn't matter.

Soem days I love you to death and some days I just don't think about you that much.



Please, can't you see me? I'm all you need.

To be continued...