Dear You,
I don't know what is happening to me right now.
All I know for sure is that you make me extremely happy. And I'm not used to being this happy. And I really love being this happy.
My already-shotty since of time and space and direction gets even worse when you kiss me. Or even just touch my arm or ruffle my hair. It's kind of sad, really. And when I push you away, it's not because of anything you're doing. It's not that in the least. There are just sometimes that I don't trust myself.
I really, really care about you. An insane amount. You're gorgeous and gentlemanly and talented and so many other shades of wonderful that I just can't put into words.
You make me want to spend every second, every heartbeat that I can with you. Even if I do feel really silly posting this on my blog for the world to see and not in some private way to you, through whispered words or, truly old school, a perfumed note :P
I don't know what this, because I thought that what I felt before was love, and this doesn't feel anything like THAT. I feel happy. I feel amazing. When I felt THAT, I felt depressed, addicted, just sad.
I don't know, baby. I just don't know. But it's kind of nice to not know.
Hugs and kisses,
Me
I don't know what is happening to me right now.
All I know for sure is that you make me extremely happy. And I'm not used to being this happy. And I really love being this happy.
My already-shotty since of time and space and direction gets even worse when you kiss me. Or even just touch my arm or ruffle my hair. It's kind of sad, really. And when I push you away, it's not because of anything you're doing. It's not that in the least. There are just sometimes that I don't trust myself.
I really, really care about you. An insane amount. You're gorgeous and gentlemanly and talented and so many other shades of wonderful that I just can't put into words.
You make me want to spend every second, every heartbeat that I can with you. Even if I do feel really silly posting this on my blog for the world to see and not in some private way to you, through whispered words or, truly old school, a perfumed note :P
I don't know what this, because I thought that what I felt before was love, and this doesn't feel anything like THAT. I feel happy. I feel amazing. When I felt THAT, I felt depressed, addicted, just sad.
I don't know, baby. I just don't know. But it's kind of nice to not know.
Hugs and kisses,
Me
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Not knowing is always an adventure.
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