Confused Love

A story so simple yet ridiculed with twists and turns of confusion

Who are you? A year and more gone by and the only thing I know for certain is that I love you. Countless hours we spent on exchanging words and looks, yet I don't know what they mean. Your words were sincere, they had that ring of excitement in them, they shouted at me like speakers. Your eyes, they looked me up and down, broke me down and examined me. Even after a deep sweep you saw something you liked, you stayed. Your actions lit me up; spoke to me more than words did. Yet why am I in a predicament? Why do I find a double meaning in the slightest hellos? How can you not see me the way I see you? We've given each other everything, mind and body we merge into one. But lingers a feeling of fear. Is it mine or yours? Which one of us is scared of the other? Why are we scared?
Maybe it's because of those nights you stayed quiet. Or maybe it was those nights where I said too much. Did I speak too much, or did you speak enough?
Am I thinking too much of this? Is this as simple as it seems? You love me, don't you?
You've said it, and I've felt it. The warmth of your touch and the smoothness of your words, that's where I fell in love. Tell a lie, I fell in love the second you passed me. How long did it take you?
Maybe we are dream? Maybe you're a dream to me?
Are we still together? Are we separated? Can I tell the difference? Do I know what it means to be without you? I don't think I do.
It's a maze really. You pushed away all the obstacles and the pain, you made me see the path I was destined to be on, I only saw you stood there cheering me on.
I didn't want advance alone; I didn't want you telling me I could make it. I needed you to come with me. I needed to pick you up and take you with me to the end. I can't find the end without you. I can find my end, but not ours.
I'm scared my end sees you in all black with tears flooding your cheeks, but our end sees you in a pretty white dress with a smile on your face.