Love yourself because if you don't no one is gonna do it.

S****y writing.

I imagine you like something made of cotton and petals.

Someone who can makes me feel guilty sometimes.

Someone who never be able to talk to me like i wanted. 

Someone who makes me giggle. 

Someone who breathes so hard that takes my own breath,

like wind takes autumn leaves.

I think you are the one, but if I wasn't afraid, i would tell you.

But darling I'm afraid, afraid to disappoint you.

Because I know I can't love.

Maybe strangers feel more than us.

We are more than two souls.

It amazes me, how someone can't love herself,

 like me, like you.

Author's Note

ignore grammar,sorry.