Babe

They asked me if my tummy hurts when I think of you, when my hands shake when you are somewhere near or when my head aches just thinking about you. I gave them a long pause. A long pause not because I had no for an answer, but because I was gleefully recounting all moments where the way you smiled made my tummy hurts, the scent of your body made my hands shake and how much our guessing game has been making my head ache. Could this be love? I do not know, though I hope it is. I wanna love you, I wanna take care of you. And, for the first time of my loving experience, I am not expecting any thing in return. If only you would realize how much capable I am of loving you this time. I know I caused you so much pain, but I am willing to make up for all of it. I can shield those hurts I caused you, if only you would allow me to. Babe, think about us. And if it is not too much to ask from you, think about us while I still have the strength to hold from this never ending limbo.  I love you. And for some strange reasons, I think you feel the same way too. I understand where your fear is coming from, but Babe, I am afraid too. Can't we just face this fear together? Think about us.