maybe if i started being sure,

and stopped starting whatever i write with “maybe”,
then i’d be able to do this properly…
i’ d be able to tell you,
how you make me fell this impossibly perfect love,
that has become in a twisted way,
possible
for me.

i know at times i hurt you
but still you choose to stay with me.
And i know i can be the most hard-headed girl in the world,
imperfect,
abnormal,
and crazy most of the time,
you could have left me anytime…
but you never gave up on me..

and even if i could write forever,


it’d never be enough..
because i’d never stop writing about you..