_Non riesco a smettere di pensare a te_

This much is true.

_Vorrei potertelo dire_

But it seems I don’t have the nerve to.

My new favorite color is blue

And it seems like it has something to do with you.

You’re constantly on my mind

But I don’t even mind.

But I just have one question. Well maybe a few. Okay, more than two.

Do you think about me and lie awake at night wondering if I feel the same, like I do?

Do you repeat my name over and over again in your head, like I do?

Do you “hate” making eye contact with me just like I “hate” making eye contact with you?

Do you think of me as often as I think about you?

Is is killing you like it’s killing me?

My emotions feel so mixed

And I can’t seem to fix it.

I would do anything to know what you think about me. Okay, maybe _anything_ is too far.

But I don’t even know if I’m being figurative anymore.

I just can’t take it anymore.

I can’t seem to think of anything without you being there.

But I suppose, _io non cura. _