Frankly, my dear, I'm not sure what to do.
I've never been so frightened to spill my guts in my entire life; but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it means what we have is real. So real, in fact, that whenever I'm without you time seems to stand still. I feel rather lost when you're not around. I don't really know how to go about that just yet.
I think the first thing I need to do is tell you how I feel... because if I do scare you off like I believe I inevitably will, I'd rather it be before I get anymore attached. Because, by god, I already know that losing you will tear me to shreds.
Instead, though, of not being a pussy, within this moment all I can seem to do is stare at the stars and dream about what we might possibly be on our way to having.
Something that will last. Something utterly amazing.
But until then, I'll continue to play with your hair and tell you that you're mine—even if right now I can't verbalize it any other way.
Because I don't know a lot of things. But I know that I love you.
YOU ARE READING
random thoughts & scrawls
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