I told myself that I would find a way to write down everything I felt about you and everything you make me feel. I told myself that I would divulge every knot in my stomach and every wish at 11:11 on 11.11.11 (yeah-huh) for you to read but I really just can’t.
I am slowly realizing that what I feel for you and everything we have can’t even be described. Not even a little bit. Not even if I tried. I don’t think I could find the right words to justify how happy you make me. Maybe that’s why I find you so special because for the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words.
Sometimes I wonder I could ever keep you with you or with the people you were with before. I wonder if I could make you as happy as they did. I don’t know but I’m willing to try.
For you, I’d be unconventional.