I have spent days observing you, great smile, white teeth, penetrating gaze and a deeply angelic personality, only yours. I have seen the danger of addictions and I am afraid to be entering one of them, spending hours thinking without stopping.
And I question myself, is it normal for me to think about how I think about you? Why? After many hours of asking me again and again without getting any answer I conclude that I may be lost, lost in your walk and in the smell that you expel when leaving leaving traces of sweet fragrances and wild fruits. And I question myself. Is this what you call love?
Spend hours, days and weeks and I still here thinking, I think I'm going crazy when I see your picture and a smile escapes me without being able to avoid it. Questioning me all day and looking forward to the time when I can see you again.
Maybe all this is weird for her, for me it is. Listen to songs and relate them to her, see photos and see her, suddenly everything around me reminds me of her, makes me wonder if this is love, and if it is not, I'm afraid I fell into a wonderful addiction.
