I didn't think that it would go the way I did, but I'm not complaining at all. This is going to work as my story journal that I hope to one day show him.
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I met you by chance, not knowing where it would go. I took one look at you and deep down I knew. One week later, we still talk, though it's not often. Two days after the week, the butterflies come with vicious might. One thought of you and they start flying,
One thing I hate is not having control. But you, although far, have taken over my mind. I do not like it, but I don't mind. I often wonder if I cross your mind, like you do mine; and though I don't like not knowing, I know that you talking to me is enough to sate my growing hunger of wanting to be brave enough to ask you to be mine.
I will wait for however long it takes. I want to be your friend first so I don't make any mistakes. My mind will run as wild as the butterflies in my stomach. And my hands will shake with nerves every time your name comes across my phone.
I must admit, I am scared. I have never felt this way about a person before and I don't want to throw it away. I just hope that when I gain the courage, it won't be too late. My fear rules over me, but for you, I will do my best to ignore it and trust in myself to not cower away.
I want to be yours, though don't know when or how. I will hope and I will try to be yours, if you'll only be mine
