him.

I cried on his chest as he held me in his arms, he kissed my forehead and held my hand. a concept like that is quite hard for me to understand, beyond my comprehension. I can feel the tension linger everytime our fingers intertwine. there is a fine line between love and lust, but he makes me realize who I can trust. it's not a silly dream, it's real and it depends on how I feel. I often don't doubt he means it when he says he loves me, but I hope it won't change. when he mentions another name it brings me shame. who am I to blame, when you claim to be over her. I don't know if it's true, but I think I know you.