You make me happy.
I don’t know why I can’t just shut off my brain and keep my heart working instead.
Scientifically, because one cannot function without the other.
I want to be one in this happiness. I want to live in it.
I want to dwell in it, but my brain develops pictures of the future, and I can’t see you in them.
I’ve packed your bags, although you’ve just arrived.
They say what we love, we leave behind.
Maybe, I just won’t tell you that I love you.
–S.