We aren't together.
I've known you for 31 days. 31 days in which I've already envisioned our future together,how well we'd fit,how you're just,you. I've already missed your lips which I've never seen,held your hand which I've never caressed,built a bond between your heart and my soul which is unbreakable.
I don't want to rush into starting anything with you.
You're kind and sweet and everything in a guy that I've ran from. Everything you touch,you give life. Everything I think about,I ruin. You're fire,I'm ice. Ice that can't be melted,but I want to be melted by you.
You're soulful.
You wear your heart on your sleeve,as they say. I'm not quite sure I have one. You live without fear of not being loved back, I have never felt love. You're brave against being judged for being so emotional, I don't have a reason to be judged. I don't want to ruin you,for some reason, I want you to ruin me. I want you to touch my darkened soul with your soulful hands, and make me clean again. I want you for being you.
