I simply enjoy your presence and how you make me feel when I am around you. How you make me smile effortlessly just by looking me in the eye. How you would hold my hands so tight even when they were soaking wet and sticky with my perspiration. How you would pull me in to lie in your arms and feel the warmth of your skin penetrating through mine. How you ensure my comfortability whenever I'm with you.
No one else quite made me feel the way you did. And only you could make me feel this way- this way of seemingly enjoying someone's presence yet not exactly falling for them.
I am not sorry that I take a fancy to you, and I am not sorry for all these words I have for you. I am only sorry that time works against us both.
I only wish I met you earlier...
with the way only you could make me feel.
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