For every little thing we’ve done.. We’ve got to have some reasons..
But sometimes the reason is not that certain so that it can be spoken off.. Sometimes, it’s indescribable..
I can’t tell.. Not by words.. I can only feel.. That i have to do something.. Sometimes that feeling comes so sudden.. Such an instinct, or a reflect, maybe.. I dunno..
For I love you.. Don’t you ever ask me why.. Cause there are so many reasons, come into pieces that assembled as one feeling that beat my heart up a lot faster every time you are near..
(evening poems 10.02.13)