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Sometimes you need to be brave. Braver than you thought. You have to fight for your dreams until you realize, that your dream was a nightmare. I looked up to him, my eyes touched the brown of his, and again, I felt my heart flattering. Sometimes I think at him as a dream. As my dream. But in my stronger moments, he's my worst nightmare. The reason for me to stay awake at night just crying in my pillow. I close my eyes and see his smile, his eyes, as brown as sherry. I miss his smile, the soft glimmer in this eyes when we meet. I miss the way, he walks, he acts. I miss the elegance of his slim hands. I miss the way he dances. I see his hair, darker than his eyes and too short to put my fingers between. Normally I don't like such hair, but it fits at him. You don't count, the voice in my head whispers. And I wish I could believe it. I wish I could just walk away without turning back. But I can't. I know the colour of his hair, his eyes, his clear cheekbones. I even know his clothstyle. I know which shirt he would buy, which shoes he would wear. I know him. But sometimes, knowing is not enough.
Sometimes I think, I'm strong enough to go, to get away from you. And then I see you again. I see your face, your eyes, your smile and I feel time running back at the day we met first. It wasn't really our first meeting. It was just the first time, we both really recognized the other. And again I feel holding my breath. When I'm with you, I realize all the things I miss when I'm alone. I miss the part of me you took away without asking for permission. And without a chance to get it back again.
When I look into your eyes, you touch my heart. When I hear you speeking, I feel the warmth again. When I think I'm loosing my self, you put me together. When you laugh, nothing else matters.

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Sometimes you need to be brave. Braver than you thought. You have to fight for your dreams until you realize, that your dream was a nightmare. I looked up to him, my eyes touched the brown of his, and again, I felt my heart flattering. Sometimes I think at him as a dream. As my dream. But in my stronger moments, he's my worst nightmare. The reason for me to stay awake at night just crying in my pillow. I close my eyes and see his smile, his eyes, as brown as sherry. I miss his smile, the soft glimmer in this eyes when we meet. I miss the way, he walks, he acts. I miss the elegance of his slim hands. I miss the way he dances. I see his hair, darker than his eyes and too short to put my fingers between. Normally I don't like such hair, but it fits at him. You don't count, the voice in my head whispers. And I wish I could believe it. I wish I could just walk away without turning back. But I can't. I know the colour of his hair, his eyes, his clear cheekbones. I even know his clothstyle. I know which shirt he would buy, which shoes he would wear. I know him. But sometimes, knowing is not enough.
Sometimes I think, I'm strong enough to go, to get away from you. And then I see you again. I see your face, your eyes, your smile and I feel time running back at the day we met first. It wasn't really our first meeting. It was just the first time, we both really recognized the other. And again I feel holding my breath. When I'm with you, I realize all the things I miss when I'm alone. I miss the part of me you took away without asking for permission. And without a chance to get it back again.
When I look into your eyes, you touch my heart. When I hear you speeking, I feel the warmth again. When I think I'm loosing my self, you put me together. When you laugh, nothing else matters.