Look at me as if I'm the most beautiful girl. Smell my scent as if it's the most valuable perfume in this world. Hear my name as if it's your favorite tune. Touch my hair and play with it when I'm having a hard time to sleep. Hold my hand when I'm about to lose my path. Call me at midnight when the stars are starting to shine as you recite all the sugar-coated words you wanted to tell me. Ask me how my day was and I'll do the same. Ask me what my favorite drink is and memorize the tone of my voice. Surprise me with your sweet random messages any day. Make me special in your own simple ways. Now, that I'm not only dependent to you. I'm already attached to your presence —truly, madly, and deeply. I'm trapped and I don't know how to get out of it. You're the sweetest page in my book. I'm high, prone, and addicted under your drug. I'm internally connected to you. For a minute, I know a realization hit me: you've got me and I lost myself.
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Published on September 22, 2015 00:00