When I think of you my chest is beating as if I'm carrying all the earthly and unearthly treasures a man can offer to a woman. I'd gather them all and leave them at your doorstep but never knock.
I'll never make the first step or speak the first word. You know that. I'm weak like that and just the thought of not knowing what you'd say sends me running to the other corner of the world. Yet I'd take you with me wherever I would go. I'd keep you in my heart until the very end of time itself.
I've been here before, you know... Only once in my life. So here we are, face to face and I'm still the same kid I was then, when you had just a different name.
How could I be so blind and not recognize you from the start?! How come I didn't notice those perfect imperfections?!
There's no point to all of this... Absolutely none. For all of this is restlessness is in vain without your touch. Once more, I am alone in this...
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