i feel like i’ve finally gotten everything right.
and it’s been days and months and i still can’t believe it.
but i have a feeling that if you just stay. if i just stay.
if we just stay. stay. stay. forever. this could be it.
we have a good thing going here.
please don’t mess it up.
I know you’re tired, love, but I’m terrified. I’m running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn’t a long time to be separated and I’m really just more afraid of what you’re doing when I’m not there — and of what you’re thinking when I am. I’ve been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that’s not what I’m doing here. I don’t want you to be a mistake worth making. I want it to be real this time.
It’s taken me awhile to realize that years ago, I wrote a story about you. It was before I met you of course, but all the details fit effortlessly when I’m looking into your eyes, and you’re asking me what I’m thinking and I’m lying, because I still say nothing when I’m actually thinking of falling asleep and waking up next to you.