the wind beneath my wings; but it's got blown off..

i feel entirely strange all over again. the way im feeling so down over something that isnt at all important; the way my mind gets swirled up real terribly for the chills in your moves; the way that you mean this much to me. i dont know why, i cant even help it..

and i dont like the way it affects a brilliant day, just sapping my mood away in a blink of a cold stare. it kills..

im thinking back of those adjectives i'd used on you. they seem so big now, resembling the amount of admiration i had for you. i still do, but as you freeze up each reaction, the distance parts wider.

i cant believe the amount of conflict that pops up between us, just like flowers popping out of the blue. very randomly, and out of most of them were evoked from nothing but my pure over-sensitivity.

i know it's me, but this time.. it's a long time already, since you got so cold, and im beginning to fear what time would sketch, im silly but im so scared.

very, very frankly, i feel extremely foolish for telling you that, but i will not regret. i'd said what i wanted to, and hoping hard that it wouldnt creep you out.

"did you ever know that you're my hero"