Someone
That day was different, it wasn’t like any other day. As a matter of fact, it showed that other days were different as well. If someone in the world is different for you from everyone else, not everyone stays around you at that moment. Everyone is different, just because of that <>. And some articles are very different from others, it is not clear to whom it was written, you cannot understand it in one reading. Some people are like those writings; he leaves you, you can’t find him again, you don’t know why he left… Going for that “someone” who came into our lives should be banned and not even as a hobby…
Note to future lover: Don’t come for to go.
Piecemeal
We can’t enjoy anything as a whole, we have to live in pieces, without mixing it up… Sometimes a few sentences are enough for a person; Like “I love you“, like “I miss you“… And one is more afraid when life belongs to someone rather than owns it, they have something to lose now and when it is missing, one of the pieces is gone. Everything has its place, your place is different… You earn it as much as you can understand. Then you read your sentences.. You say “Oh, he won me again”. Your phone rings, it’s him, what more do you want? So the man who stole his phone couldn’t get his heart stolen….
As long as the parts do not come together, we are incomplete, when combined we are excess.
We love the same girl
If I don’t kiss you, it’s not because I don’t want to kiss you, it’s because I can’t bear to kiss you. I am such a man, no one knows this better than you. If I’m not looking into your eyes, it’s not because I don’t like to look at you, it’s because I forget everything when you look at me, and no one knows that but you. I’m such a man, I always say, I love you when you come… When you come to me, when you come again… And there is a man inside me, he never shuts up, I don’t know how he knows you, either. We love the same girl.
To write you means to return to you.
