I hated you.
you hated me.
you began to like me.
I began to fancy you.
you picked pretty flowers for me from strangers lawns.
it smelt so beautiful.
I smiled as I sniffed the perfume from the flower.
Your hazel eyes watched me.
I never saw someone look at me the way you do.
and I never will quite understand why you look at me the way you do.
sometimes I feel like when you look at me, you're starting to hate me again.
but truth is I fell in love with the way you look at me.
I fell in love with the way you smile at me.
I fell in love with the way we click in the rain.
but I haven't yet fell in love with you.
and if one day I do, I know I wont be your first.
but my god, I hope that I can be your last.
I'm looking at the flowers you gave me and man, they still smell so pretty.
and my heart kind of hurts.
because im afraid that maybe i can never be good for you.
I really want to be good for you.
Im broken and damaged because of my past.
and sometimes you don't make me feel any better.
but most of the time you do.
i have so many fears when it comes to you.
like i just don't want to lose you.
i swear every time i kiss you im afraid that ill lose you.
everytime i hold your hand im afraid you will let go forever.
but forever is what i want with you.
forever is what i feen for.
just for you and i.