We were joking about distance. You said it's 51 km between your house and mine. It moved me.
Because it's not about how far you go, it's about how far we go. Don't you feel I fall for you? That is the constant thought I have been feeling. Most of the times, I feel the answer is yes, then it leads to another thought of what do you feel? How should we move from here?
Moving. It's so hard to no think about moving with you. It's so hard to let you go off my mind, no matter how hard I try. It strikes me to even think about how empty chats will be when you're not around. See? It moves me even to only overthink it.
The more I want to stop, the deeper I fall for you. The farther you go, the closer you feel. I hate feeling guilty, but I cannot stop thinking about you. I wish you talked more, I wish you told me things I need to know without me asking.
I wish you told me things I need to know without me asking. Because it burns to be curious, and it burns to wonder about you.