You

I love you. There's nothing else I can call what I feel for you. I don't know how to describe it, and I'm not really sure if I even believe in love, but I will call it so. There are chemicals at work. In my brain. Therefore, I love you.

 

I do not think you feel the same way, but when you are incapable of thinking straight, you feel for me. And I have a feeling that it is going to happen again and again. And I have a feeling that I will not move away from you.

 

I will do as I wish, and you shall do the same. But at some point, this will end. Like everything good in life.

 

For me, hope is a feeling that cannot be predicted. Sometimes it goes away, and I wallow in my own emptyness. This is when I think of you the most. And this is when I put aside the right choices. It happens to me too. I stop thinking straight.

 

I wonder how you would feel in my situation. If you felt exactly how I feel.

 

Then I would stop wondering because I know how you would feel because I know what I feel. And what I feel is that I love you.

 

But that is only for the time being.