You say that I don’t know you. And maybe I don't; but I’m not trying to just get to know you. I’m trying to understand you.
I don’t see you the way you see you. All your insecurities; I wished that I can take them from you.
Honestly, I wish I was deep inside of you. But not the sense of lust, in the sense of trust. Letting this love for you guide you.
You say you don’t want to be fixed. I don’t think there's anything wrong with you. You say you just want to love me. And I’m trying to show you. Just be patient.
