the greatest crime is not loving someone enough. i think of you, and i know. i know that i love you. but then i look at you, and i'm not sure. i'm not sure that you're right for me. i'm not sure that we have a future, i'm not sure if you even think of me.

it's funny, because all i think about is how i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i'm too damn young for this. i'm too young to be throwing my life away for some guy who may or may not even care. but that's just it, you're not just some guy. you're THE guy. you're MY guy. aren't you? are you?

i don't know. i think i'm guilty of not loving you enough. if i did, i wouldn't feel this bad. loving you this small amount would not be so agonising if i could do it deeper. i love your eyes, your smile, your height, your laugh, your attitude, your intelligence. does this mean i love you? i don't even think it's love. it's not lust, i've already fucked you. if it were lust, i'd be over you. you're not great in bed. why do i still care?

why do i still worry that you're not okay? why can't i just call you and ask? why am i so bloody intimidated by you? i guess i don't know you as well as i'd like to. so how can i really have any authority to love you? i guess i don't.

to me, you are perfect. it's like you were made just for me. but maybe that's just my obsession talking. maybe i'm only seeing in you, what i hope you see in me. or maybe i'm just desperate for something... passion, emotion, anguish... anything to disturb this numbness i usually feel.

i guess i still think i can be saved, and i guess i think you're my knight in shining armour.

where does rain fall in the desert? what does love do to a dead heart? do blind people see when they dream?