How does it feels like to stand before the love of your life?
Can't say love of your life, it has to be mutual, and I don't think it's mutual.
Let's rephrase.
How does it feels like to stand before the person you love most?
I imagined it would be ... breathless.
Can't nobody put me in that state any more.
I've run out of things to say, sometimes I prefer silence. Or most of the times I do. I just like to drive, or being drove around, accompanied with the soundtrack of the moment.
I have nothing to offer nor I feel like offering anything. There's the best of me, the me as it is and tantrums packed together. One treads around, lingers but never stayed.
What is this feeling actually, it's crazy to still be having it.
Is it the ideal, or only the memory, really?
When you see him in front of you, you won't have anything to say anyway. You either rise above or you crumbled the moment you know when.
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