Nothing Makes Sense

I am in love with you. You say you are in love with me too. You say you are. You say. You are.

Are you? Are you in love with me too? I want to believe that you are, but we just met. What the fuck? We just met.

How can we already be in love? That makes no sense. No fucking sense. Nothing makes sense though, so who cares if it doesn’t make sense. Right?

The moment I saw your face, I was drawn to you. I was in love. Before you even said hello, I knew I needed you. I was in love.

Either one of us could fall out of love at any moment. We don’t know each other. This could all be just a figment of our imaginations – my imagination. Not real love.

I don’t believe it though. I know we just met, but I don’t believe it. My feelings are real. Your feelings are real. This is real love. This has to be real love.

I’ve never felt anything like this. I think about you all the time. Constantly. Never again will I think about anything else. Even if I wanted to, my mind is stuck on you.

The moment I saw your face, my life was changed forever. I was in love. Before you even said hello, I knew my life depended on you. I was in love.