WestSturm

I love you. That is my truth. Do I understand it? No! I don't even know if I could live up to it. I love you. You will ask: How much? Is it really necessary to tell you? Suddenly, you've become everything. My serenity, my true love. You'll then ask: What is "true?" That's fine, I'll tell you "true" is to feel you, that I take you inside me that I lose you and I don't have you, it's to feel that I forget you and I cry and sigh it's to know that you are not mine, and to know you never will be. It's to miss you and go crazy without seeing you, without speaking to you, without kissing you. It's to touch your skin, you