You see I can't help it, am so drawn to the foolish things you do, and dreams and fantasies you talk about.

I stopped wanting to be the spy or police because I want to learn about stars, space and your ideas of blackholes.

And it might be exaggerating but

Just to have you around makes life all too worthwhile, and it's such a privilege to call your name.

I even crave for days to pass the same with you, with neither of us ever finding someone despite me acting tired of it.

And since it feels sometime too good to be true I stop reacting to it; and take your company for granted.

I love you for all the wrong reasons, and yet I tell you I hate when you're so mean and stupid as a child. 

Sometimes I dream about kissing you or wish to walk around holding hands, until you come close and I lose it all.

And I probably never tell you that you are the only person if I could I'd die for, until it's time and I actually die.

And I will live all my life content if I could just see you everyday and smile, even if we never work it out.