Yes, toi may say everything happens for a reason but this was different in so many ways.
I used to listen to him mumbling and crying down the telephone, his eyes pouring full of salty tears as he explained his passionate l’amour and how she broke his heart, over and over again and he never understood how much it hurt. He asked me to come over, so I did. After packs and packs of cookie dough crème glacée and a boring black and white movie, he was about to fall alseep. He looked at me, a dit "thanks" and gave me a Kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
I watched him get dumped over and over again. When prom came around his rendez-vous amoureux, date was 'sick' and I wasn't even going to go, so we decided just to go as 'best friends'. After it was all over he drove me home. Then he told me 'it was better with you, thanks' and he kissed my cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A few years past. I was still his best friend, nothing more. Now I sit in the pews of the church. I watched him say his 'I do' to the girl he loved which was never me. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't see me like that. As soon as I was about to drive away he ran to me 'you came!!, thanks' and he hugged me tightly, I didn't want to let go. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Years later i sat in the church again. I looked upon the cofin with fleurs bedding around it, of the man who was my 'best friend'. I was crying into my tissue, but I looked up as they a dit my name in one of his diary pages, that the wrote in High School. It read:'I stare at her and I wish she was mine, but she doesnt look at me like that, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish she would tell me she loved me!!!'
I cryed holding the pendent cœur, coeur he gave me around my neck and whispered 'I wish I did too...'
Then from up above, I swear I heard an 'I l’amour toi too...'
I used to listen to him mumbling and crying down the telephone, his eyes pouring full of salty tears as he explained his passionate l’amour and how she broke his heart, over and over again and he never understood how much it hurt. He asked me to come over, so I did. After packs and packs of cookie dough crème glacée and a boring black and white movie, he was about to fall alseep. He looked at me, a dit "thanks" and gave me a Kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
I watched him get dumped over and over again. When prom came around his rendez-vous amoureux, date was 'sick' and I wasn't even going to go, so we decided just to go as 'best friends'. After it was all over he drove me home. Then he told me 'it was better with you, thanks' and he kissed my cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A few years past. I was still his best friend, nothing more. Now I sit in the pews of the church. I watched him say his 'I do' to the girl he loved which was never me. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't see me like that. As soon as I was about to drive away he ran to me 'you came!!, thanks' and he hugged me tightly, I didn't want to let go. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Years later i sat in the church again. I looked upon the cofin with fleurs bedding around it, of the man who was my 'best friend'. I was crying into my tissue, but I looked up as they a dit my name in one of his diary pages, that the wrote in High School. It read:'I stare at her and I wish she was mine, but she doesnt look at me like that, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I l’amour her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish she would tell me she loved me!!!'
I cryed holding the pendent cœur, coeur he gave me around my neck and whispered 'I wish I did too...'
Then from up above, I swear I heard an 'I l’amour toi too...'
dark and mysterious
kind and loving
always true to your hearts wish
tons of people déplacer in the world around us
but your eyes are timeless and spacious
so dark yet deep and safe
your shim is soft and sweet smelling
your touch sends tingles through my body
and the smooth seductive sound of your voice
is like velvet against my skin
toi Kiss me with your creasing lips
and its deep
sweet and loving, yet rough and wild
we run and dance under the moon and stars
and i watch it beam down on your perfect body
and i find my self Lost in the mesmerizing glow
toi seem like apart of the earth
and the earth is apart of you
as i feel your arms slide around me
i hear your delicious voice whisper softly
" i l’amour toi always and forever"
kind and loving
always true to your hearts wish
tons of people déplacer in the world around us
but your eyes are timeless and spacious
so dark yet deep and safe
your shim is soft and sweet smelling
your touch sends tingles through my body
and the smooth seductive sound of your voice
is like velvet against my skin
toi Kiss me with your creasing lips
and its deep
sweet and loving, yet rough and wild
we run and dance under the moon and stars
and i watch it beam down on your perfect body
and i find my self Lost in the mesmerizing glow
toi seem like apart of the earth
and the earth is apart of you
as i feel your arms slide around me
i hear your delicious voice whisper softly
" i l’amour toi always and forever"