some of your instrests disease me, and sometimes I am disturbed by what you say. sometimes I want to hit you really hard in the balls. but theres something else, something that makes me just want to stare at you a think about everything and nothing. most of the time your conversations are either deep or completely random, but beautiful.
I think I want you, I think I need you, I think I love you... and thats the problem...
my heart beats and breaks...