I think I’ve grown obsessed with you I didn’t even notice it at first, not until the day I felt your absence settle heavily inside me. Your voice may not be mellifluous, yet it’s the only sound I crave. Your face may not be flawless, yet it flickers through my mind a dozen times each minute. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with your imperfections. I learned to cherish every little flaw not all at once, but slowly, gently, quietly… until now. And now it’s unimaginable for you to ever understand how incredibly beautiful you look through my eyes. Every blabber you mumble, every random expression you make I never confessed it, but I adore every speck of you. You fill my thoughts, you fill my senses, to the point that even in your absence even when miles stretch between us I feel your scent linger around me, I feel your touch echo along my skin, as if your presence refuses to let go of mine. I always long for your touch, to feel your heatness linger on my skin. I crave your tight hugs and wish they’d never end. I pine to hold your hands and walk miles beneath a silent night sky. It’s you in every imagination, you in every corner of my mind. I can’t imagine a world without you, so stay,hold on tight through every storm. I believe the thread of fate is tied between us. And no matter how tangled it becomes, no matter how far we stretch it in the end, all I pray is that the thread never breaks.