Mysterious

If loving you means ignoring my past, does that make you the one — or is it just the part of me that believes there’s no one else but you?

When I look into your deep, ocean eyes, they calm me — like you’re the air I didn’t know I needed. And I just can’t get enough.

I long for you, replaying our conversations, remembering the moments I fell for you.

The image of you in my head is so vivid — it feels like I could reach out and touch you.

The smallest things remind me of you. Sometimes I sit at my spot, having a cigarette, because it feels like the closest thing to you.

I yearn for us, even through my mood swings. Your smile, the way it reaches your dimples, the sparkle in your eyes — it makes me feel like we’re closer than ever.

Love isn’t perfect. And with you, I feel the real kind — unfiltered, flawed, and full of emotions I can’t always explain.

Sometimes I struggle with myself, like I’m lost in my own head, feeding illusions just to hold onto hope. Love has broken me again and again, but I still want you — not out of desperation, but out of hope that you might be my last… my forever.

I tell myself I’m fine alone… but then I catch myself wishing I could hold you again.

Part of me believes you’re the one. Another part doubts — not because the signs aren’t there, but because our words don’t always match, and it feels like we don’t fully understand each other.

Still, we both know the connection is real. Even if it’s complicated… even if it’s taboo, every second with you feels worth it.

My heart keeps leading me back to you, like my soul is tied to yours.

With you, I feel something new — something that makes me shy, like I don’t know what to say.

You’re my blue moon… and I can’t get enough.