You are like the fog, I just noticed.

I never knew I liked you,

until I finally realised my own feelings towards you.

I was frustrated.

I felt fake and plastic,

because you loved me,

but I had to idea what love meant for me.

You are just like the fog.

I was never expecting your feelings,

and I never knew I needed you.

You're still unfamiliar and mysterious,

and I honestly want to explore you so much.

I want us to get familiar,

but I also want passion.

You coming into my life was as unexpected,

as to how the fog comes out on a cold night.

You were born under the stars of the scorpion,

yet you hate the cold.

The scent this white something has

enchants me the way your voice does.

I like your voice so much.

You are also patient

and understanding,

and I'm thankful for that because

in order to commit myself to something properly,

I need time.

Don't think I don't like you,

I do even if I don't show or say it all the time.

I need time to do things,

as good things take time.

So please wait for me to grow some more,

I'm not perfect,

but now that I've finally understood my feelings,

I think overcoming hardships will be easier as well.

Until the day my warmness collides with you coldness,

I will think of you as the fog:

a white blanket covering me in unexpected feelings,

just like you do.