Let me reach out and touch your hand.
Let me feel your skin against the tip of mines.
Let me feel the sparks I imagine I'll feel when we touch.
Let me pass you the electric love I feel whenever I am near you, standing close, my shirt brushing against yours.
You are sad you know.
And a coward.
And you let me touch your hand.
But not by surprise, but by motive.
Because you don't want me to know.
You are scared.
Of losing me.
Now, are you ?
If I reached out to you and touched your hand by surprised, you'll start fearing.
But you'll also understand the way i feel about you is the same way you feel about me.
And learn to trust.
Actually barely. But i have seen the look in your eyes.
I have seen the way I find you studying me.
When we message each other, I like to watch the type box
dot dot dot disappear dot dot dot disappear
It's like a song without a sound soothing my ears. Cos I know you are telling me something in your silence.
Dot dot dot disappear.
Tell me plain, tell me straight.
Do you understand?
Why am I telling you this?
Come out in the open! Tell me and don't shy away.
I'm making up stories. Stories, I think, that would pull you towards me.
O! But you're so slow, aren't you?
I want you.
The time you take forces me to believe those made-up stories.
And dear beloved, I'm starting to believe in them.
Slowly, those lies are becoming my reality.
Come out in the open.
Before it's too late.
Time is escaping.
White lies <3