from me. [unrequited part 1]

19.

dear quinten,

i'm nervous.

so so nervous.

maybe nervous would be an understatement.

my heavy breathing is uneven at each passing second. my back against the wooden frame of my bedroom door. my arms wrapped around my legs as i curl myself into a ball. but i shouldn't be feeling this way because it's for him, not me.

you wanna know why? find out.