i still like the idea of being so close to you that i can smell your hair and see the freckles around your nose,

but now it is 4am and it's raining and i am not able to sleep, because i am listening to your heart which beats exactly one time per second.
i am breathing your smell into my soul and it makes me shiver through the bone, but
it's raining and that makes me remember about the fact that our love started on the first day of winter, which is more then enough to prove our mistakes.

once you told me love is a mixed feeling of liking someone's personality and feeling sexual attracted, but how do you explain the fact that i'm still willing to change my personality for you, because
you keep telling me that i am not good enough.
do you see the paradox in here?

our love is not supposed to depend on the way you smell, but it's beating less then your heart does.

it's still raining at 5am, so i suppose the rain will never go away. i am breathing you in, then turn my back and realize i just like the idea of being so close to you. your heart rhythm never changed from the pattern i noticed before.

maybe our love stopped beating a long time ago and i'm already starting to breathe you out.