When I’m around you, I want to speak in pauses. Mostly because I want to emphasize how the world seems to stop tilting, or falling, or whatever you want to imagine it does when I see you. I mean, when I’m around you, all I can do is hear your voice.
I know, I know, it sounds crazy. But it’s the truth. It’s like for a second, my world shrinks till it contains just you, smiling at me.
And I know, every time you look at me means nothing now, and everytime you talk to me means nothing now, but I wish it did.
I just wish I could travel back to the past. I wish we could be on the same page, on the same line, on the same book.
But you haven’t read a book for four years, and I can’t blame you. I wouldn’t do something that reminded me of me either, but I just wish you did.
I wish you did.