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Can’t tell you

How much it actually means to me to have you with me everyday, to share my life with you. To go to the store and run back home to get more money, because €14 isn’t enough. To have someone to kiss until he’s awake. To sing songs with. To have the feeling that, whatever goes wrong now, I’ll always have you. Someone to make coffee for, to share my crisps with, to laugh at, to love. 

Jag älskar dig!

Well take what you want from me

you deserve it all

I saw you today

As you took off, you returned - in a way. When your eyes crossed mine, it seemed as if you knew who I was, as if it was you who knew my story all of a sudden. I often ask myself if you would care, if you knew. Or if you’d think of me as a spoiled brat who has it all and panics when she had to share it. Maybe we both feel as if the other hates us, and we will never take the chance of getting to know each other and realise that we understand.

Because I understand, and it hurts me more that I could ever put into words. You make me feel spoiled. You make me feel happy, content with what I have. Even when the world comes crashing at me and I get caught up in waves and waves of trouble, I can at least think ‘somehow I have it all’. And maybe that’s why I often feel like I don’t.