Chapter 4

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I met someone.

A strange and weird someone with whom I relate like no one else

Yes, heart flutters and blushes and that shit.... but I like it.

Thats what counts I tell myself, I'm scared that this happiness will be short-lived and that I'll be thrown back into the dark.  I like being happy for however long this lasts, but that won't stop the fear

I'm scared this person doesn't feel the same, I'm scared I'm chasing a dead end, and I'm scared it'll leave me more broken than before. I want you to understand how I feel and what I'm going through. I want us to work like I've never wanted anything before

But I'm scared you don't want to go in that deep. I'm willing to go the mile for you, but will you put in the same effort and care as I will? Will you go the mile for me?

I feel I'm starting to heal. Only tiny little parts, but atleast something is happening.

Time is dragging itself along slowly but it also seems to go by so fast.
Where will I be in a year or so?
What am I going to do with my life?
That's the big question for any young person..

I started waking up at 3 in the morning again, always 3. I wonder if thats some sort of weird sign. Everything seems to come in three's these days.

3 red cars driving by

I sit at a desk with a big 3 carved into it

I've been happy for 3 days

I was sad for 3 hours

I cried for 3 minutes..

Life seems to go quiet at 3 in the morning and 3 in the evening, so strange

Im stuck in that circle again, thinking and re-thinking every thought that flows through my head....
A never ending circle

Quite like my life

Be happy, I'm supposed to be happy.

But your offline again. Only talking for short periods of time, answering my messages later and later every time.
Your alive at night, you get me worked up and exited and then you leave me, ending the conversation.

Like a light switch

But I like you more as the days go by and that feeling of warmth keeps spreading whenever we talk.
It will work, I keep telling myself, I'll make it work.

I want it to work.

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