I spend a lot of time thinking of you.
when i do, time flies by.
some would say i'm wasting my time.
i disagree.
if i enjoy the time i "waste," is it really wasted time?
I look at it as if you give me a purpose to be here.
or, want to be here at leat.
everyone needs love in his or her life.
you make me high, my drug addiction.
missing you, not seeing you, is the side effect.
finally, somrthing i need more than oxygen itself.
if you were gone, somehow, i would be too.
not physically, maybe, but mentally.
one can live from breathing oxygen...
is it possible to live without love? doubt it.
when we're... not otgether,
i feel empty; its eating me away. though when i'm near you,
the missing peices are replaced.
as if they were never missing to begin with.
why do i put myself through such "pain" as one might ask.
because sometimes, when something is hurting you,
letting go hurts even worse.
i didn't know it was possible to love someone so much.
the thing is,
if you were to slit my throat, with my last breath, i'd probably be
apologizing for bleeding on your shirt.
crazy? maybe.
if you wanted to, you couldn't push me away.
you better believe i love you, forever.
whether or not you love me too, isn't in my control.