"I'm scared.
Im scared of us. You mean everything to me and I feel us separating.
You promised this would never happen.
Yet it is.
It's gotten to the point where I can't talk to you about anything and everything anymore. I feel more comfortable with others sometimes.
But then we see eachother, and when I'm in your arms I never want to leave. It's like nothing ever happened. But then you let go, so I do to. And it feels like there's a sudden wall between us. Like we're not really together anymore. Not next to eachother. And all I want to do is touch you, grab your hand, your arm, just hold you, so i can feel that connection again. But that never happens.
We need to do something. We need to talk about this. We need to sit and just. talk. You need to come to my house where it's quiet, and we can sit in my room and talk. We can talk until the sun rises the next morning. Because there are so many things I want to talk about. But I'm worried that if you're actually here to talk to me, I won't be able to put anything to words. And I'll just feel us drift apart even more, when I'm right next to you."
- Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write #6 (via Tiffanie)
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Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write
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