I didn’t get lost in you, I fucking drowned.
Things I wish I was brave enough to say to you:
i. I miss you every second I’m not with you.
ii. Sometimes, I miss you even when I am with you because I fear you are slipping away.
iii. I think I am in love with you.
Maybe I am.
For I love all the parts that I have gotten to know and I love the parts that I do not know.
iv. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been but at times, I wonder how a person can make my heart ache when I am so damn happy.
v. Each time I see you, I fall a little more. That’s dangerous. So dangerous.
vi. We are not black and white. There are so many shades of grey in between what we were and are and will be. Tell me that there’s something true here because I can’t be the only one who loses my breath after every single touch.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.