Sitting here in Rome
Thinking I can’t wait to see your face
I’m tired of these I like you’s
It’s not how I feel
Because really, I love you
I am almost bursting to say
Not knowing when is the best time
If it’s not confessed, it will slip out by mistake
But you only deserve it to be said by my lips
So sweet and so intentional.
“I love you.”
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sitting here in Rome
Thinking I can’t wait to see your face
I’m tired of these I like you’s
It’s not how I feel
Because really, I love you
I am almost bursting to say
Not knowing when is the best time
If it’s not confessed, it will slip out by mistake
But you only deserve it to be said by my lips
So sweet and so intentional.
“I love you.”
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