She...Her
I'm ill,
I'm anxious,
And I'm sensitive.
I can't describe what's it like being hers. But it's special.
It's weird how I get butterflies everytime I receive a text from her... And everytime that I see her or get close to her. It's weird how her smile seems to light up a whole room and how being hers makes me feel like myself.
I'm anxious and I seem to overthink every little thing. But it's funny how when she's holding me or kissing me, I forget to think and for a few moments I get to truly feel. I never feel like I'm enough but a single compliment from her makes me feel like it's all gonna be fine. And I get all red and smiley. I trust her.
She looks at me and when I analyse her, I realize that she's always smiling at me and not any kind of smile, she gives me my smile, the one only I get. When we talk to each other, it seems like everything and everyone just disappears.
When she kisses me, she does it slowly as if she wants to truly enjoy that moment and remember it. She's the only one capable of making my knees go weak and my breath go shallow.
I find myself.
I'm sensitive. I fear she hates me and although that makes no sense to most people, it makes to me. She cherishes me, for sure. She compliments me and hugs me like she means it, for sure. But does she loves me? Does her heart beat a little bit faster when I kiss her or even look at her? Does she look at our pictures and smile remembering and yearning for more of that? Does she want to show to the world that I'm hers? Does she feel jealousy? Does she write poems and random long texts at late hours at night about me? Does she loves me?
[Like I do...like I love her.]