I thought of yesterday, being so close to you, learning that you are so real, so human up close. A cluster of atoms, breathing, a pandora box of past, future, present, skin and bones, a structure of art, a person that I choose to love out so hard, a being so fucked up yet so beautifully a mess. That's what you are. I can look into your eyes and while you can't look into mine, I hope you can see how much I love you out.
I am aware that you are to choose out of convenient and I do not hope for redamancy. I love you because I choose to, I want to. If you choose to not choose me, I'd take that rejection with both of my hands wrapped around yours because I already know from the start. I should be okay, shouldn't I? I hope you would find someone you'd take. Stop telling yourself that you are not worth of anyone, you pretty little thing. You are worth much more than you think you are and that's how it works. Your intuition drives you away from people because you are way above, unreachable, wasted by them. I do know you deserve someone, whether they can be either above that you or below the piece of cloud you're floating on.
I am trying to tell you that someone do care about you (a lot do, if only you knew) and you are loveable. I am trying to put it out across to you that I am trying to love your pieces back together and out there, there are people who would do it better.
I may not know why this came out so clichéd and romanticized when all I want to say it that, right now, I miss you because I am attached to you and it's okay for I am doing this because you made yourself loveable to me and I am loving you in weird ways in return. Important reminder, I am not the best lover around and if you decide I am not enough, you know there are choices which know better than I do and they will love you, indefinitely, and aren't afraid to show it. Although I fear many things, and it includes you and telling you much things, I'll say it here in my safe haven that I, I miss you.
