I love your smile. I love the way you make me feel. I love when you hug me. I love when you kiss me. I love the way you hold me and tell me everything is going to be oksy. I love the way you hold my hand. I love you.
This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.