Sometimes I just really wanna tell you that I fucking love you!
Like there have been so many perfect moments with you and although not many words have been uttered between us, we’ve talked about the ones that mean the most.
And god you’re so sweet and I’ve really never felt this way about anyone.
But I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing things or misinterpreting moments or whatever. I don’t want to mess this up with us.
I’m laying down on my bed. The exact same spot where we held each other and shared a quiet yet intimate moment together.
Today we had lunch with her sister and her sisters girl. Whatever they are. Make out buddies is a possible label. We went to the mall after to buy a few things, then bought the flowers for my Aunt’s birthday. The following 4 hours was spent baking brownies with her, eating the brownies with ice cream, solving a crossword puzzle together and just being next to eachother.
At some point I couldn’t help but think: This is it. This is one of the last few moments like this that I will be able to share with her before summer ends. I always fear the end of summer. It’s the end of a lot of things, and usually it changes my relationships.
I can’t help but think of how long this will last. What our new routine will be. If we’ll have time for each other. And all that.
I honestly don’t think I can do this for long. But I want to. I’ve never felt this close to anyone. I’ve never done this with anyone. Maybe a little faith in myself is all I need.