Hold me. Grab me. Kiss me. Show me how much you love me. If you were to die tomorrow, what would you do today? Do you think I’m beautiful? Do you know I’m the most insecure person you’ll meet? Do you truely want to spend forever with me? Do you feel the same about me as you did months ago? What do you love about me? Do you pay attention to detail? Do you know where my freckles lie? Do you remember what first attracted you to me? Do you know my favorite things? Are you considerate of my feelings? Why are you selfish? Do you feel passion between us? Why don’t you want to show me how much you love me? Why don’t you want to go out and have a good time together? Why do you worry so much? Don’t you get the hints? Do you know how I truely feel? Are you crazy in love with me? What happened to your creativity? You used to be my prince, with passion flowing through your veins. You used to not be able to keep your hands off me. What happened? Is it my fault? Do you want me to leave? Do you want to leave? I don’t understand you. You’ve grown up to fast. Where’s the kid inside you? Who are you know? Where did you go? Love is complicated.
