N #2

I'm not really sure of what I want with you. I know you make me dream, I know you're the boy of my dreams, but in real version.
I know you make smile 'till my cheeks hurt, and I know you love my smile.
I love your eyes, and the way they change colors so easilly.
I love the way you so blindly see me...
But is it enough? What if it's not enough? I'm afraid...