I’m in love but I hate it.
(because I’m in love with someone I’ve never even met)
(or who might not even exist.)
I can just tell I’m in love
with someone
and I don’t know who it is
and that might be why I’m so lonely.
And I love you, whoever you are.
I just want to sit with you and be alone, together.
(And I want to scream, I love you so much.)
(Is it too much?)
But I love you.
When we meet you’ll be my everything.
And we'll lay under the stars together
until we fall asleep dreaming of each other.
And I love everything about you
even though I don’t know you yet.
Maybe it’s the freckles on your shoulders
that only come out when the sun shines
or the way you tug your hair when nervous.
Or maybe it’s the way you like your tea
(maybe it’s coffee you like).
But who cares? Because I love you.
And I want to know what books you like to read.
And whether you smell like lilac
(or lavender)
(or lemons)
or something else.
And maybe your handwriting always curls to the right
when you don’t write on lined paper.
I'll travel to new places
and learn a new language just for you.
Because I love you.
And I don’t know when I’ll love you
but I know I will.
And I love you
I love you
I love you.
And I hope we find each other
so we can be alone,
together.
Because I love you
I love you
I love you
more than anything else.
So tell me who you are
so I can find you.
Because I love you
I love you
I love you.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
I’m in love but I hate it.
(because I’m in love with someone I’ve never even met)
(or who might not even exist.)
I can just tell I’m in love
with someone
and I don’t know who it is
and that might be why I’m so lonely.
And I love you, whoever you are.
I just want to sit with you and be alone, together.
(And I want to scream, I love you so much.)
(Is it too much?)
But I love you.
When we meet you’ll be my everything.
And we'll lay under the stars together
until we fall asleep dreaming of each other.
And I love everything about you
even though I don’t know you yet.
Maybe it’s the freckles on your shoulders
that only come out when the sun shines
or the way you tug your hair when nervous.
Or maybe it’s the way you like your tea
(maybe it’s coffee you like).
But who cares? Because I love you.
And I want to know what books you like to read.
And whether you smell like lilac
(or lavender)
(or lemons)
or something else.
And maybe your handwriting always curls to the right
when you don’t write on lined paper.
I'll travel to new places
and learn a new language just for you.
Because I love you.
And I don’t know when I’ll love you
but I know I will.
And I love you
I love you
I love you.
And I hope we find each other
so we can be alone,
together.
Because I love you
I love you
I love you
more than anything else.
So tell me who you are
so I can find you.
Because I love you
I love you
I love you.