We were having this conversation about how I am afraid of the things I want. I told her I'm afraid because the things I want makes me feel something and they require going out of my comfort zone. She kept asking questions and I kept explaining my fear until the conversation gets deeper and deeper, and my feelings are pouring, and it's too much that I started crying. Yes, I love her so much. Too much that I can't handle it so my eyes celebrate. I drowned. When we finally got back to the surface to grasp some air, she flashed a poker face.
And oh my God! Even her poker face made me love her more.
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