Confessions of a Troubled Heart

How could you expect me to be near you and not to fall hopelessly and helplessly in love with you? To not want to, no, need to take you in my arms and just hold you and be the one to tell you everything will be alright? To kiss away you problems and your tears? I can’t sleep when I think about you, I can’t breathe when I’m close to you, when your fingers accidentally brush mine when you pass me a pen or a book. I can’t think when I hear your voice, it’s like a melody that puts me into a deep trance and I can’t shake it off until you stop talking, and then everything seems cold and lonely without your words. I don’t care if you hit me, scream at me, tell me that you hate me, that you want to see me being broken over and over again… I DON’T CARE! I can’t stop loving you! There are two things in this life that you have no control over. When our time on earth is up and who we fall in love with. I don’t care when I die, as long as I love you nothing else matters! Can’t you understand that?