I open my eyes and look at her, flashing a smile. These feelings inside me... would they be love? It's definitely unnatural and... yet wonderful at the same time.
"I think I might love you too," I whisper back, as honest as can be.
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 bring a hand to the side of her face and run my thumb over her cheek, "I would assume so. He's been here for this long, seems happy, better collected."
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
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot