wait,
I love you,
from the very first time you wrote a poem about clouds, I love you.
and that night in your room, when you told me you loved me, I meant to say loved you too.
and I kicked my self every day for not telling you how I feel.
and now I don't know what happens after 2 minutes when you walk right outside that door, but I want this feeling to keep going on
© jose smith