"No, I mean, I'll read it to you..but it's not as happy as some of the others," I flip through, "But...none of them really are, so I guess it doesn't matter much."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I take a deep breath and swallow before reading it aloud.
"To love her is to hold her, when she cries over someone else. To love her is to befriend her, and ask for nothing more. To love her is to listen, when she talks about her life. To love her is to know what she says before she even speaks. To love her is to notice her, when she's faded into the crowd. To love her is not to tell her, so she'll be happy beyond your help."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I close my eyes and my heart flutters. I realize that I love him more than anyone else in this moment, kissing his neck. "I love you," I whisper, opening my eyes and looking at him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She kisses my neck and whispers the three words I'd wanted to hear for so long. My heart stops and I open my eyes to meet her gaze. Flashing a smile, I bring a hand to the side of her face and try to remember how to breathe.
"I love you too," I whisper, "So much."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wipe the tear from her cheek and kiss her back with the same passion, holding her close. God...I would have confessed my love and shown her my poetry years ago if I knew she would love me back...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside