Am I In love with you? Or am I in love with the way your fingers trace my hair as I'm falling asleep? I am not sure if I'm in love with you, or if I just crave the moment when we're both half asleep and you pull me into your chest.
If I told you I loved you, you would probably laugh at me and think I was in love with the idea of you. But you're the one person I can never get off my mind, no matter what I'm doing. To me, you're the candle that's flickering in the dim room. You're the beautiful first note played on a piano. You're the stifled laughter in a library, the smell of beautiful flowers.
You did warn me though. You told me that you will end up breaking me. Completely shattering my soul and crushing my heart without looking back at the crumpled mess of me on your bedroom floor.
I knew it was coming, but please, don't stop. Don't stop kissing my lips gently like you need them to breath. Don't stop making me feel like an ocean crashing on the shore. Don't stop calling me precious.
Keep the candle lit for a little while longer, don't break the illusion and plundge me into darkness just yet. Let me love you for a while longer.