When I break myself down from all components, all that's left is you and me... Us.
I don't know if it's possible, to ever tell you in words, let alone type down how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how much of you is me. We both know and agreed on several occasions it's impossible to anyway.
Perhaps that's best too.
You put life to these bones of mine, you put colour in these eyes of mine. When you're not around I feel like everything essential is missing, like stealing the stars from the sky, leaving the moon sitting lonely in a pitch black sky, or like numbing the feeling of fresh, cold water on your skin on a hot summerday.
I'm no poetic, and I don't intend to sound as one, but that's how it feels.
That's just a mere fragment of it all. A tiny fragment, there's more, and there's more in the making (and not just babies, ahem.) (...don't gimme that look) (...don't laugh at me) (...I love you, laugh at me)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get high on your scent like a
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When I break myself down from all components, all that's left is you and me... Us.
I don't know if it's possible, to ever tell you in words, let alone type down how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how much of you is me.
We both know and agreed on several occasions it's impossible to anyway.
Perhaps that's best too.
You put life to these bones of mine, you put colour in these eyes of mine. When you're not around I feel like everything essential is missing, like stealing the stars from the sky, leaving the moon sitting lonely in a pitch black sky, or like numbing the feeling of fresh, cold water on your skin on a hot summerday.
I'm no poetic, and I don't intend to sound as one, but that's how it feels.
That's just a mere fragment of it all. A tiny fragment, there's more, and there's more in the making (and not just babies, ahem.)
(...don't gimme that look)
(...don't laugh at me)
(...I love you, laugh at me)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get high on your scent like a
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