There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to move too fast doesn’t want to tell you I could see myself loving you one day doesn’t want to tell you I put the pillows with the blue cases on what was only your side of the bed for a few nights.
There’s a boy and you don’t call him your boyfriend but you let him hold your hand in public. We never did that. But I feel like we could someday. Like if I play my cards right maybe I’ll get another shot. Sometimes I feel like I hope too big, but I don’t know how to stop.
I don’t have White Knight Syndrome, because it’s not that I want to fix you. I just want you to show you things like how amazing you are and how it’s okay to be scared.