Friday, July 17, 2009

I need to tell you something, something important

I think its time that I told you how I feel.

Its been said by others before me and it will be continued to be said by others after me.
I just cant seem to find the right words to say it.
As I have previously said, the English dictionary doesn’t contain enough words to express how I feel.
Others seem to find the right words.

But I cant seem to be able to.

It seems like what I am feeling, no one else in the world has ever felt before.

How do you make me feel this way?
Tell me your secret, so that I can play this trick back on you.

Perhaps I should make up my own language?
Or use the language of love, French?
Whatever one I used, you would not understand me.

Is that what I want?
No.
See, the thing is that I want you to know that I fell for you.
Im just scared of you tell me that you didn’t fall for me.

Listening to Snow Patrol at the moment.
They at least had the right words to say how you can’t have the right words.
I don’t quite know how to say how I feel.
Those three words are said too much, but not enough.

I cant describe in words how you make me feel inside.
Its not love; we’re not close enough for that.
But its the want of loving you that makes me feel this way, and I want to give in to that want.
But how can I if you cant love me back?

How do I fuckin tell if you want to love me back?
Give me a sign, it would be so much easier.
Perhaps you have given me plenty, but I just didn’t see them.

Perhaps you could have loved me at the start
but I just left it too late
and now someone else has stolen your heart.

I don’t know why you talk to me
Or why I talk to you
All I know is that when im not talking to you
All I can think about wanting to

Why is it that you always start talking to me first?
But you then take 5 minutes to reply to anything I say?
Is that a sign? For what?
Why is it that you call me names, say things that warm me inside?
But then talk to other girls like they're the only ones in the world too?

Im sick of pretending that you don’t matter to me.
Because you do.
More than what I think you should.
But I don’t see how I can help that.
I don’t know if I want to know if you understand, or feel the same way.
What if you don’t?
But what if you do?

I don’t know if I should take that chance, the chance of our friendship, which is more than friendship to me, just to know if you feel the same way.

I really just need you to say it first.
But because you haven’t said it yet, is that another sign that you don’t feel that way?

I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do.

The only thing I can do right now is tell you how I feel.

In French.
Je pense que je suis tombé pour toi. Vous me faites le sentir comme le soleil, vous rendez me le sentir beau, vous me faites le sentir comme la fille la plus chanceuse au monde quand vous me regardez. Veuillez me vous dire sensation la même manière.

In my own language.
Sdfklh ioahoie ndiuohf ohnf oi oihfnal oif o lkhasdoi hiosdpohe oiahsdfhi asd fiehaf oihjf iosd hoipe ioshiode oihsdohfioeurn cf a a fjoihl djjdfioek d salisdhoiadoihljsdo oihosdfhoidfh oidhfhoasoid ajihashdhfoihoih aoihdh jsoh doihfohofof.

In English.
I think I’ve fallen for you. You make me feel like sunshine, you make me feel beautiful, you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world when you look at me. Please tell me you feel the same way.

I know that sounds corny.
But that isn’t exactly what I want to say.
What I want to say isn’t in the English, or the French or even my dictionary.
What I want to say isn’t words.

BB I hav nothing else to say.
I don’t know if you read this, or even if I want you to.
But at least I know that I have written it.

Please don’t leave me.
Because I think I can already feel it breaking.

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