If this isn't love....say what it is.
If this isn't love, I think I'm dreaming or I'm just plain crazy.
Because this is what it is for me. And it's what I see in pictures, in the way you hold my hand, in your eyes....in your heart. Does it scare people that we can read each other like that?
That you can read my soul.
It sounds so vulnerable and I guess that's because....well, it is. You can tear me open and read me like a book. With my heart in your hands, you can decipher it's every beat. You KNOW it's rhythm and what it is that it's trying to express. You know the song being sung in every word I speak.
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that you understand me. And I know that's a common thing to say and all. But you do. You know the little things...like how I bite my lip or stick my tongue out when I'm really trying to concentrate. And I'm not going to lie, you know what I'm going to say before I even speak it. (Without even trying...you just end up saying the same thing as me sometimes.)
We've become so together. If that makes any sense at all? It's like we're breathing each other. We practically live in each other's souls...
that's how much I've EXPOSED my self to you.
And it's reallly quite a beautiful thing.
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