I am not good with words

I can't help it. Maybe she is the one, maybe she isn't. But right now, when a second takes an hour to pass, and a day feels like years, she means nothing but the world to me, because she is the reason the stars are in the sky at night and the glowing radiance of the morning light. Because she just is... The apple of my eye.

I am scared, scared out of my wits even, but who wouldn't be? When something so real and raw is presented to you, you definitely would be. Nervous. Afraid. And scared. You want to grab at it, hold it in your arms, embrace it and then never let go. But things don't work that way. Possessions are not eternal, what more people? But it is okay, you'll figure it out.

Because when I look into her eyes every time, a little hand flicks a flame in my heart, and I wonder to myself, who plucked all the stars in the vast night sky and put them in her eyes again?

Because when she smiles that perfect little smile, my heart melts a little, and a fuzzy feeling overwhelms my insides, and I tell myself, never ever let this girl get away, if not what else can I look forward to day in, day out, and before I go to sleep?

Because when she does that thing with her hair, and asks me if she looks OK, I can't help but to think, you are all the stars in an otherwise dark night, you are my sun on a rainy day, yet also the clouds in a day too bright. But yet, always, all that I can muster is just a "you look fine".

Because when she talks to me, and asks about my day, I feel that everything negative just fades away, and nothing in this world is really as important anymore. She keeps my heart happily glowing, and puts an unknowing smile on my face. She makes everything feel so naturally perfect, as if it just falls into place.

But I have lost it. I can't blame myself enough for it, because now, sometimes I don't even dare to look in her eyes, sometimes I only catch glimpses of her smile, sometimes if I get lucky, she will do that thing with her hair, and ask me that same question I adore, and sometimes if I get luckier, she will want to talk to me. And then sometimes, I pray, that when I finally get things right, we will be, once again, infinite.

But it's okay. Because if it is, it is. If it's not, it never was. And right now, as time stands still again, I just want to say: you are the world to me.