I love you maomao~ you're fascinating to me
I love your overthinking mind.
and I know you’d ask me what the fuck that even means,
so I’d say you make my days not sad. But you’d say I’m just using you. And honestly I don’t feel sad I just don’t feel anything.
Then I’d say I met you at the right time, but you’d say that means I wouldn’t have loved you before then.
I’d say we were meant for each other from the start, that the memory of your smile makes my day and that I’d rather die than be without you. But you’d just call it cheesy and say I’m a faggot.
So I don’t know what to say. But at least I know you’ll read the stupid shit I write. Isn’t that what love is about, anyway? Not that I know. Is it a test of resolve? Because the further I go the bolder I feel.
"Who dares wins" "Audentes fortuna iuvat" and all that shit I read. but it all comes down to you, you make everything feel good. I just really wanna be with you