I love the way you make me smile. I love the way you make me feel. Even though I know that this is wrong. But as they always say, “we all crave for the things we can’t have”. Thus, I’m afraid that this will all come to an end. And as selfish as I can be, I don’t want this to end. Would it be a sin if I craved for more? And would it be greed if I wanted you all to myself? Please, take me away. Take me away from the things that are hurting me. Take me away from my turmoil. Take me away from the pages of my despair. Take me where I can sleep beside you without the fear of waking up without you next to me. Take me where I can kiss you without a bitter aftertaste. Take me where we can rest our bones by the heat of each other’s fire. Take me where I can name you as my own without just uttering it in silence.
And I know I may be asking for too much at this point, but can I hold your hand as if it’s just you and me? Can we leave these broken lives for a while and runaway together? Live in our own little world; this whispering fantasy. Where we can confide our worries and doubts to the circle of light. Where we can watch the sun set and rise instead of living on opposite ends of the day. Where we can surf on falling leaves while I whisper in your ear those three words that make my soul kaleidoscopic. Before we go back to those broken lives. Before we go back to reality where this love is true but unapproved. Where ‘we’ feels right but is unlawful; awfully frowned upon.
Take a chance with me one last time.
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