Maybe I'm in love with the idea of him.
Maybe I'm in love with his looks; his handsome boyish face and his blonde, butter coloured hair.
Maybe I'm in love with the way he touches me, the first boy to ever touch me in that way.

The moment I knew I loved you was when you said, "I want to hold your hand" as my hands were in your hair and I thought you didn't like it but you wanted to hold me.
I fall more in love with you when you laugh or smile and the soft creases form around your eyes.

Your in my dreams when I fall asleep.
Trapped in my mind forever.
It's another universe where we can be together,
without shame or guilt.

I love you.
And that scares me because I don't know what to think of it.
But it hurts and I want to cry every time I think of you.

I don't want to love you, I never did want to love you.