Can't Help Falling In Love With You.

I was told to stop talking about you, that way I would stop thinking about you so much. I was told to stop worrying so much about you, so that I would stop feeling like this. What no one told me was how to forget your scent if it is already impregnated into my soul and all my clothes. How can I stop feeling this way if you don’t like to be alone and I’m just trying to be nice?

Yesterday I hoped that one day you would be so eager to talk to me that you would look for me after class. Today you asked your friend to go get me after class because you wanted to talk. Just talk. I don’t know why I love it so much when all you talk about is how dumb and irritating I am and all I can say is how much of a jerk you are.

I wish I didn’t have to spend hours a day talking to you about nothing as you wait so you can go back to your masterpiece. By the way, why do you have to be so talented and so beautiful when you’re drawing, painting, writing, talking, thinking, existing? You are like any of your little pieces of art, just as complex and beautiful and hypnotising.

You think I only talk to you because of my friends, you love to tell me I’m the only one who doesn’t like you. I hope you can make it to that art thing we’re going tomorrow because I love it when you talk about your own feelings, like when you told me you started to cry when your grandfather told you he loved you.

I like how you always finish my meals because you know I can’t eat everything, you used to be reluctant but now you don't even wait for me to tell you to eat it. I know it’s hard for you to feel comfortable accepting favours, but I love to do them, specially because it annoys you so much.

Maybe someday, after spending so much time with you, I’ll write as nicely as you do, but for now all I can do is express myself in unorganised texts and poems thrown around the internet, while you keep enchanting everyone around with your hands dirty with paint and your eyes full of poetic tears and your mind full of small traps for yourself as you tell everybody that you are not half as good as you seem to be. That’s why you are the greatest.