Have I told you? That I wish I could grow up quickly,
and be the same age as you.
Have I told you? That everytime you hold me so close to
you I feel so fragil, so little, so shy, but yours.
Have I told you? That I feel so happy when we are
together.
Have I told you? That I am fighting against all my stupid
insecurities to trust you, and honestly I am doing it
good.
Have I told you? That I love you so much.
