Sometimes I feel like loving him isn't enough. It will never be enough.
I sit in silence and watch him speak, stare at his every move. Watch him laugh...I'm captured in his presence...in his touch, his glance, his smile...I'm captured in HIM
I'm obsessed.
I'm obsessed at the way he makes me feel. Because no one has ever made me like this. the way I feel when he's looking at me. As beautiful as I feel when looking through his eyes.
Nothing is every enough. If only I could make him feel half of what I feel, I know I would be OK.
I know that no one could ever love him this way, the way I do. Because loving him is what I do best.
Written by me on 8/21/2008
I sit in silence and watch him speak, stare at his every move. Watch him laugh...I'm captured in his presence...in his touch, his glance, his smile...I'm captured in HIM
I'm obsessed.
I'm obsessed at the way he makes me feel. Because no one has ever made me like this. the way I feel when he's looking at me. As beautiful as I feel when looking through his eyes.
Nothing is every enough. If only I could make him feel half of what I feel, I know I would be OK.
I know that no one could ever love him this way, the way I do. Because loving him is what I do best.
Written by me on 8/21/2008
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