Going Straight on Zigzag Roads

The fact is I like you. Fiction is...I don't know! Fuck you. Don't ask me about the fiction 'cause I don't sweat over it. I don't mind it 'cause I care about the fact.
Okey. What I wanna say is that I don't mean the three sweet words (yet), but dang. I don't want to just barely know you. I want to get to know you for real. ALL OF IT. Everything about you... What people like about you, even more what people dislike about you. I want to dig them deep. I WANT IT. I don't wanna like you because of my ideas on you. I don't want to watch you just from afar, I want to watch you closer. I don't want to just shook hands with you, I want to hold it, and it holding mine. I don't want to just talk what we had for lunch or business stuff, I want to talk for real. I don't want to just hear or say "see you around" but instead I want "I'll be seeing you." If people will think that I'm wanting too much, well I don't care. I have never wanted so bad like this before and I'm persistent about it. Just subtly.

Maybe people won't get me by now, but all I can think is that it's amazing that I have this drive, that I don't just have it in my mind, but I feel it in my heart. I'm taking advantage of this because Maya is back, the one who's always having positive attitude or outlook in everything, the one who is bubbly, always happy, don't want to see people with upside down smiles or people fighting, et cetera et cetera.

I don't want to leave you in my July. I want you in my August, September, October, November, December, 2010, 2011..... And I can just go on forever here.