Why did it became so easy for me to tell you that I like you?
No, that I love you?
Because life is short.
Terribly short.
It's like a fading Polaroid.
An hourglass with grains of sand that couldn't wait to reach the bottom.
It's like a kaleidoscope of memories that will keep on coming back when you're struggling to gasp your last breath.
I've been broken and choose to lock my feelings within but I just realized that in all the errands I have
And struggles away from home
I somehow managed to find you.
You.
The person that I am longing for.
The person that I want to be with, and I never ever want you to slip away again.
And so I gathered all my courage and strength to tell you that I want you.
That you're as important as the sun that brightens the day.
That you matter to people. To me.
That I love you.
That I'm terrified of losing you.
Yes, it is scary. It is weird. It is awkward to tell you these things.
But there is nothing more beautiful than feeling the moment and living in the present,
There is nothing more beautiful than letting you know what I truly feel, to let you know
That I want to put my ear on your chest to hear your heartbeat.
That I want to carry you in my back when you're tired from walking.
That I want your head in my shoulders when you've had a long day.
That I want your hands intertwined with mine.
That I want your lips in mine.
It is risky, yes.
Desperate even.
But I can't risk this one great thing of telling you how wonderful you are  and that I like you too much I can't even contain my blazing emotions anymore.
Because we'll never know.
I'll never know when the car is coming to hit me.
I'll never know when my heart will stop from beating
I'll never know when my eyes will carefully shut itself forever.
I'll never know when grim reaper's coming to welcome me.
I'll never know.