Mi mancharai...
If you only knew...
What am I gonna do when you leave..? I didn't think that I would be this attached. And you probably are going to want nothing to do with me. Because I'm so... Attached. Most people just think I'm ridiculously clingy. And they get annoyed so easily at me. I just.... I wish I could be with you. Wherever you go. Whenever. I want to be the person that you talk to all the time. The person who you say "I love you" to. And mean it. I wish I could be close to you. All the time. I wish that, for once in my life, perhaps I could have the one thing that I want.
When you go, you'll be busy, and you won't have much time for me. I'll be alone, wishing you were here. I'll feel like an Owl City song... I'll have to go to someone else to tell them my problems. To express to them the apparently undying feeling in my heart. It's either that or I keep it in. And by doin that, I will explode. I cannot hold in all of what crosses my mind every minute I spend thinking of you.
I wish that I was able to keep you as close to me as I wanted to. When you and I embrace... I wish that I could stay there in your arms forever. You make me so happy. When you're around, I just... I cannot explain how suffused with joy I am in your presence. When you lean on me, or lay your head on me, and you complain, I nearly burst with joy. When I see you, my knees start to buckle. I look at you, and my face makes this big smile, and I even get a little nervous... Nobody else makes me do that. I like how we can talk about almost any subject and it's not awkward. It's just normal.
And when you walk away, a piece of me goes with you. And I don't know why. It never fails. I just go back to my house in silence, waiting for the next time I can see your wonderful, sunny, bubbly visage in my life again. Waiting for the next time I can talk with you, so I can hear your voice again.
You do this to me again. And again. Every time. And I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Because you matter so much to me.
ZW
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