A thought between clouds..

Being so in love tends to be so unexplainable, that words are just don’t enough, would it be too much to ask what you’re doing to me?

It all has turned to a world of expectations, dreams, illusions, and my unfilled need of looking for you all around, wanting to watch every single step, every word you say, every thought of me you might have..

What you’re doing to me? I must ask as many times as needed, just hold me close, just tell me with a look that you love me as much as I do… I don’t want these to end! I love the way it feels, to have you here, in my heart, in my thoughts, and with a bit of luck, just beside me.

Worrying the state I’m in indeed, I’ve reached a point where I feel your absence like a deep cold, like a complete loneliness from the pleasures of being alive… as if somehow all the happiness has gone, gone just behind your shadow… Impressive as well, the fact that I come up to write stuff like this, the fact that I feel so tempted to send you something, for stupid it might be, just for getting to know about you, to know you’re fine, to know you are thinking of me.. It’s this point where everything seems ridiculous, to the point in which I know I’m not allowed to show this to anybody, where all my expectations have your name, my dreams, your cause once again, and my love only yours.