Merry Christmas. I hope that I would be able to see this Christmas season, but I believe that that's the gift that I wouldn't be able to receive. Why is it so hard to just come up to you and tell you what I feel for you? You see, I really do not care what other people would say; what's hard is, I only care about you.
I cannot imagine myself going on living with the feeling that wants to burst out of my system.
But why I do is something I cannot explain.
Maybe it is because I love you. Maybe it is because I care. I feel you. Or maybe it is just enough for me to see you pass me by without a care. Not a part of you.
I guess that I am just contented to be a part of the world that you live in. I may not be--and will never be a part of your life--but I want you to know that why I continue to feel and love is because of you.
Why I do is because of you.
It is because I love you.
~Cherry
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