It's creepy how good you make me feel.
The way you look at me..
The way you sometimes don't look at me.

It's scary to think I hated you not six months ago.
No not hated..disliked.
(what was wrong with me?)
Where were you?
Where have you been?
And why couldn't we have found each other sooner?


You are...
My Best Friend.
The girl I love.
The girl who I once told to "*******"
and now I say queer things like "I love you."

I say abstract things like:
"Goodmorning my love."
and,
"You are....beautiful, my love."
and,
"You're mine...and I love you."

All these odd phrases come out of my mouth,
because I don't know any better.
And I don't understand what I feel.
For lack of better words the world calls it love.
I hate calling it love.
Love is too commercial...what we have is too natural.
It's not love. It's forever.
...I hope.