I guess it's been my folly as well, being always obsessed with the right words, the right phrase and the right sentence that I've somehow deluded myself into thinking that those are what it takes to be sure of what someone feels for you. Before I always pushed you into describing things for me further, to say something memorable and though you were clearly having a hard time to form everything into words, I still pushed you to try harder. But you never made me feel any less loved, and if I do mention here all the ways you make me feel loved it will take me hours and one hell of a long list.
It was to my disadvantage that I wanted to hear more and didn't see much of what you were doing. You were lazy with words but never with actions. You are the boy who had a busy schedule until 10 in the evening but waited one hour outside the auditorium for my class to finish. All that just so you can take me home, and all the way home you had to stomach all my bullshit on how you never made any time for me. You are the boy who wakes up at 4am on a Sunday just to look for the exact location of the hotel I was staying in just so you can drop me off in time at the exam site for my big day... with a sandwich for me on hand.
I can still remember the short, simple but right words you've said to me but there's nothing I miss more than the actual feeling of having you right beside me, laughing at the same jackass or perverted joke we crack up.
But now you're miles away from me and all I have are words. :(
