I used to dance when I was in high school. Kinda things like shaking my hips, slapping my ass, flapping my hair; and moving all the part of my bodies. My heart beats following the boom box, my lung breathes as the hippies end the songs. Every time I got happy, I dance. So that when I got troubles. And I feel free, as all those things are likely flying with my sweats. HAH.
It seems that I have been tired enough to write about the sad things all over here. Nope, that's not what I am going to write again. I'll tell you about a little happiness, for at the very least I could find here, among the others fucking tough things. Those butterflies in my tummy, over more when I'm not dancing.
I ever told you about this.
About how I do feel when I was with him.
About how I'm being myself when we were together.
About how the hard days are getting easier because of him.
About how he always successfully makes me laugh no matter how sad I was.
Am I too much?
I force myself to read these signs but it was unwritten. Like yesterday, when he laid his head on my shoulder... I was freezing but after that, it was completely nothing. Or when suddenly he grabbed my hand on the book I held... I stopped breathing but then, it didn't mean a thing. It's like; first he seems he will, then he seems he won't. He makes me fly and fall at the very same time. It's confusing, so that I came into denying.
I like to listen to his story which always makes me laugh.
I seem not to care of anything around as long as he sleeps next to me.
I love to meet him everyday though time always flies faster than real.
I feel a lot of comfort when I stay close to him even I find no reason why.
I safe to do anything with him, even singing along in the car with my silly voice.
I want nothing more, I want nothing more, I want nothing more... but being with him.
I don't know what I do exactly feel, but the only thing I know: this is kind of happiness. More than when I am dancing, more than when the sweat is already dried; this feeling lasts until whenever I don't know.
Shall we dance together?
It seems that I have been tired enough to write about the sad things all over here. Nope, that's not what I am going to write again. I'll tell you about a little happiness, for at the very least I could find here, among the others fucking tough things. Those butterflies in my tummy, over more when I'm not dancing.
I ever told you about this.
About how I do feel when I was with him.
About how I'm being myself when we were together.
About how the hard days are getting easier because of him.
About how he always successfully makes me laugh no matter how sad I was.
Am I too much?
I force myself to read these signs but it was unwritten. Like yesterday, when he laid his head on my shoulder... I was freezing but after that, it was completely nothing. Or when suddenly he grabbed my hand on the book I held... I stopped breathing but then, it didn't mean a thing. It's like; first he seems he will, then he seems he won't. He makes me fly and fall at the very same time. It's confusing, so that I came into denying.
I like to listen to his story which always makes me laugh.
I seem not to care of anything around as long as he sleeps next to me.
I love to meet him everyday though time always flies faster than real.
I feel a lot of comfort when I stay close to him even I find no reason why.
I safe to do anything with him, even singing along in the car with my silly voice.
I want nothing more, I want nothing more, I want nothing more... but being with him.
I don't know what I do exactly feel, but the only thing I know: this is kind of happiness. More than when I am dancing, more than when the sweat is already dried; this feeling lasts until whenever I don't know.
Shall we dance together?
