I’m scared. And I’m sorry.

I do feel you. And you don’t taste anything like him.

And it scares me sometimes because I love you so much. And when I think that I couldn’t love you any more, I get this warm fuzzy feeling and I love you even more. And that scares me even more.

And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through last year, but I’m really really happy that you stuck around. You’re still here today, after one year of my ups and downs, and I have no freaking idea how I deserved that. And I’m scared that you’ll leave me one day, because you’ll get tired of me. And I have no idea what I’ll do then.

I love you. And I’m scared. And I’m sorry.

I don’t feel it (you) anymore.

And I don’t know how to tell you. Maybe I should wait until you come back.

I look at you,
you look at me.
We both smile.
You come closer,
take my hand.
Push me
against the wall.

All I can see
is your eyes,
your lips.

All I can feel is …
Everything.

You. Me. Us.

But
it’s only a daydream.

You smile
as you walk past me.

Maybe.

I saw this beautiful, sexy girl yesterday. She looked at me and smiled. And now I can’t get her out of my head.

I’ve known you for a month. You’ll be gone for three.

What do I do with that?

You know, those three words… They scare me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way. Sometimes I’d rather feel nothing. It’s better. It’s easier.

Love is scary.

I’m really happy when I’m with you. But I don’t know if it’s for real or if I’m faking it, because when I get home, all I want to do is cry.

I met you a few months back for the first time. After that we haven’t seen each other, until one week ago. And that’s when I fell for you. Hard. You’re leaving in a couple of days and I’ll be stuck here.

“I do, but I don’t want to miss you. I wish I would never have met you,” is what I wanted to say when you had asked me if I miss you. But I just said: “Ofcourse baby.”

Fuck you for doing this to me.

I miss you.

Everyone tastes like you.