He calls me babe and hun.
Whenever he does, I want to squirm with happiness.
But I'm worried my feelings aren't genuine.
That I'm just in love with the idea of being with him.
Whenever i'm with him, see him, or think about him, I smile.
That has to mean something, right
YOU ARE READING
Time will pass
PoetryMy poetry that I wrote at sad, happy, and dark times maybe you'll enjoy it more than ill enjoy rewriting and reliving the emotions that go with them
