You

When I look to you, my heart is like it is in my mouth, I want to say something but I don't know what and also the responds I will receive of you.
That's what makes me nervous.
My heart is racing like a... So fast that I can not discrive it.
Sometimes I enjoy that feeling, sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I feel comfortable, sometimes not.
Sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I don't.
My emotions are playing a big role in this, like if it's not good at home, I feel happiness to look at you because it's like you're that little sparkle in whole the universe that makes me feel special and that their is something good in life.
And if everything is alright than you're just the one, I want.
So that makes me sad because I don't own you. You're an individual, so do I, but sometimes I want to be yours and make you mine.
How little is the change you also think like that. Maybe you only think I'm weird, hyperactive, kind,... But not special.
I don't know anything about you.
Like what are you thinking at, how do you feel and things like that, I wanna be connected to you, feel the way how you do.
Sometimes I just think, take what you can and be happy with it, because dreaming/thinking at the things you don't have only makes you a dreamer or somebody depressive.
I hope you think the same way and at a moment we can share our thoughts and make something special, something we can live at.
Like the thing you want the most, but at this moment that's you...
Only you...
Maybe some other things, we need to be realistic, but you're one of those things.
At a day, I will know how everything goes
and I will be thinking of you.

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