ive been thinking about you more and more. the scar on your nose, right where your glasses sit. how your lips are never dry. the beanie you always wear, along with the matching sweatshirt.
you held my hand and surrounded me with kind words. that is what you do. it brings me happiness, but I don't know why every time you look at me, warning alarms go off in the back of my mind.
but the main thing that's here is the question of love. is this love? when I spend almost all my day thinking of how I could never start my life without you? I'm dying to know if you feel the same. I want to know if you crave the sound of my voice when I'm not there.
this would be enough...
