You are my brainstorm.

There are so many things I want to tell you every day that goes by, but I don't because people are supposed to do stupid and boring things, and somehow I tend to go with the flow.

I want to tell you how much I love spending time with you, laying next to you, and stroking your hair even though you have told me so many times that you don't like it, and staring at your beautiful face, your eyes, your mouth, your shoulders, your legs. And I remember you once asked me why I was staring at you all the time and I didn't know what to answer and it made me feel so awkward and and I tried to do as you told me but I just couldn't take my eyes off you. I want to tell you how unbelievably happy you can make me every time you give me a smile -because even though I have told you so many times I just know you know it, but you don't know how much- and how empty I feel when you don't. And how I like kissing you all over your face and neck but after a while I stop because somehow I feel that you will break into pieces if I do it for too long. And I always smile when I remember how many times I would take my dog for a walk as an excuse to meet you near my house, and it just felt so good that day when we kissed in the rain and my bangs got wet and wavy but you said you didn't mind and I felt so relieved that you didn't. And I have told you once, and will tell you once again, that I love how you taste and how you smell and how safe I feel when you're laying next to me, stroking my hair because I never really told you how much I liked it though I had never realised until you did it.

And, secretly, I would want, back then, to know what you thought of me and I would consider myself lucky if I had the chance to read one page of your diary... But after a while it didn't matter to me at all because I was already so happy when being with you that I thought I didn't really need to know your thoughts, but I wanted you to know mine, and this is the very reason I am writing all this now, and, somewhen, I will write a post like this again because I will not be able to tell you what I want, when I want. I have to follow suit... remember?