Winter Toes

Hm...

I don't even know where to start.

you are the one.

Maybe, I'm not crazy, and you actually are the one.

I keep thinking about what could be and what will be.

I keep thinking about the best and worst case that'll happen to us.

I've never been so sure about anyone else, except you.

I don't know what else to say. But I know that I'll never feel the same ever again.

But then again.

I don't know.

I always have my doubts, everyone knows that.

I even doubted you.

Until I looked at your photo and I listened to that playlist I made you.

And then it hit that maybe, I'm too intense.

Maybe my expectations are too high and.. I don't know...

I miss you.

I miss telling you how much I love you.

Yesterday made 3 months and I didn't even notice and I feel shitty, but maybe you didn't notice either...

All these maybes...

And you still call. I kinda hate when you call. But I love when you call too.

You still make me feel loved without even saying it.

The way you say my name though I hate, as if we're strangers and not two individuals very well acquainted. Like I haven't seen your bare ass after sex, and seen you do the grossest, goofiest shit ever.

I feel like I'm being selfish. Because I know you're going through such a tough time right now. And I'm trying to be supportive the best way I can, but I'm worrisome. I think and I pray for your health and well-being every single day, even more than my own.

I love you.

And I miss you.

               -k. (The worrisome "girlfriend".)