d e m e n t o r

I’m writing about you. Every day. Because I’m really fucking afraid to just say it. Because one day. I will send you everything I ever wrote. And you’ll understand why I smiled every time you spoke. Why I glanced at you and held your gaze as long as I could. Why I blushed whenever your hand brushed mine. Because I know you know how I feel, but you just don’t know that it’s like this.