My heart aches at that specific time of the day for your silent love confessions
Sometimes they're short and sweet, others too long and anxious
I feel them each with a passion you may never know, and I'm grateful, because I can be too sappy for my own good.
It's like we're both yearning for them, anticipation getting the best of us
Sometimes I slip and let my happiness be known; sometimes you go silent at the best parts.
We both are like children still afraid to let go of the simplest of things
Thinking that maybe this has gone far and is big enough to try to hide inside a shoe box like we used to.
Not anymore.
Let me enjoy this a little bit more...
I love how you make me feel...