(Something)

Well its a topic I always been wanting to ramble about.

Something I just want to talk about for hours.

This something makes my heart sink,make butterflies flutter in my stomach, even though I just don't want to admit it.

I never really want to admit it, and I end up blushing and feel like a fool.

I want to believe in it and I always avoid it, at every opportunity.

I want to, but I feel like it will just wash away like soapy water.

I do... love the feeling of the sinking heart, but I can't,I hate it.

Hate is such a strong word.

It makes my nerves feel weird, almost weak.

I give a sigh every time I want it,even though I know it wont come true.

Should I wait or give up now.

I use to wish for it.


Now I don't anymore.

But...

I miss it.

I like my sinking heart.

I like my butterflies in my stomach.

I like the weak feeling I get in my nerves.

I like the feeling of falling for someone
or just a deep crush.

Okay I'll admit it.

I love it.

-peace and much love,jjenvy

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