When I Talk About Love I Talk About You
It's you and always been you. If I start this with a simple word, it's you. Oh, and also love. It's you who talk and talk. It's you who try to sing songs and always end up losing breath. It's you who write poems just for fun and journals just to keep the memories. It's you who steal a second, split second just to hug me. It's you who live like there's always tomorrow and sometimes there's no tomorrow. It's you who carelessly sing me happy birthday in French. It's you who owe me things, like hugs. It's you who live like a caveman yet also live like a diplomat. One place to another. It's you who speak in other language and leave me knowing nothing. It's you spend hours for your own hobbies. It's you who (not literally) slap me with your feeling, it's sometimes too hard for a T to feel. It's you who keep saying Sherlock sucks. It's you who make me listen to 80's songs. It...