"I don't know him well enough to love him" That's what I'll tell myself. But that can't be true because I've loved people I've known less about. My last relationship, my family, my dad. Regardless, I can say I don't know him but I know enough. I know how it feels to be around him, it's comforting but it's also terrifying. I know how our hands feel intertwined, I know how his eyes light up when he's interested in something, and I know just how to flirt to make him speechless for a few seconds. I know how he gets annoyed when a certain 2 pieces of hair he calls his Einstein pieces pop out, and the way I never see them until he points them out. I know how he makes me feel and how I feel like there's not a thing or person that could hurt me again when he hugs me. I know all the shitty things he's been through and the way he's still amazing despite it all. I can say I don't know him all I want, but if I'm being honest the person I don't know is myself. I don't know if I can trust my judgment again. every time I thought that I'd found a good person they've turned out to be terrible. But they've also all shown red flags that I didn't pay attention to. Everyone who's spoken to him has told me he seems like a good, respectable guy, which is more than they've had to say for the others. He's kind, and funny, and honest, and yet here I find myself questioning if he's a good decision.
(1/20/2025)
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