Amelia

I hate my name. It's always bothered me, bored me. It's not something appealing. Not anything special; and then you said it. You said "Sweet dreams," and I just melted. It's interesting to me that something as simple as a name can mean so much coming out of your mouth, because when you say it I just love how it sounds. Something about your voice just gives me chills. The way you sing. The way your eyes look when you see me. The way you get so close to me when we speak. The way you hold me so tight when we embrace. The way you remember every little insignificant detail of all our conversations. Your jokes. Your laugh. Your smile. I know you aren't perfect; no one is. But you come so close it's unreal. I can't get over it. I've fallen quite hard for you. Now I'm just praying you won't catch me.