I just do.

I can't tell you how I feel. How I feel when I'm with you. I know how I feel. But when I'm with you nothing comes out. Just tell me, why does it have to be so hard? You said. Give me something, anything. Why should I give and give, when I'm not getting anything in return? that's true. I understand that now. I understand how You felt. It's too late for everything. You don't know what you got until you missing it alot. Cliché, but still.. I feel sorry for us and them.

And this is what I wanted to tell you.
First of all I love your personality. You're so kind, sweet, funny and sexy at the same time.
I love your voice, 'cause I love the way you scream my name.
I love your hair, 'cause it always fall perfectly whatever you do.
I love your scars, 'cause you told me all about it.
I love your deep brown eyes. They talk to me and seem to hypnotize.
I love your eyelashes 'cause they're longer than mine.
I love your smile and your white teeth. If you smile, i smile.
And your dimples, 'cause I always wanted them.
I love the fact that your hands are bigger than mine, but they fit perfectly together.
I love your whole body, 'cause you're so soft and masculine. I feel safe.
And I love how you smell. Because i just do. God i miss that smell.

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