You said you want me to hug you so I wrapped my arms around you. The pillows may have gotten angry - I took them for granted. My embrace is for you now and not for the cotton in a pillowcase. You asked for a kiss and I gave it to you. You said I'm a fool. Yes, I am to you. You said I am not serious but I seriously like you. I seriously feel like a fool just to kiss you.
It is now or never so I came to choose now. If being happy means having to understand how busy you are, I would. I am busy and I hope you know that at the back of my mind, I can't wait to end the day just by seeing you.
For now, your hand is what I want to hold mine. You arms are the ones I want to give me warm instead of blankets. Your kisses. Your hugs. Your stare. Your love. You. Just you.
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