he thinks i am confusing and complicated. someone he can stare at for hours but someone he's afraid to open up his heart to.
if only he knew how much i love simple things; like the pure beauty of kindness and affection that feeds my soul; like handwritten letters and frank sinatra songs that mesmerizes me; like jazz and the sound of the rain that calms my mind.
if only he knew, i just want to be loved—faithfully, unconditionally and truly. no secrets, no lies. nothing in between.
if only he knew, like scenery and arts, i'll love him as long as i can.