i'm writing you this letter so you'll know that when i say i'm scared of losing you it's not because i don't trust you, i don't trust me. i seem to lose everything important to me, god cursed me with bad timing. i've been especially prone to crying lately, i swear i'm not crazy. you must understand, i always get ****** over. i always get hurt. i always get left behind. i can make as many pretty metaphors as i want, the truth is you make me feel something i don't have words for. i'll dance around it until i discover what it is, but you keep the storm clouds in my mind at bay; i am plagued with an ever-present numbness, but with you all my nerves are on high alert. it's quite peculiar, i've been touched by so many boys and i thought maybe *** just wasn't enjoyable for me. Noah my skin has been pulsing with life since the first time your hand skimmed my leg. i keep thinking i'll get used to all the air escaping my lungs whenever your lips graze mine, but your touch only seems to affect me more. maybe i am crazy- for falling too fast. but i think someone would have to be insane to be immune to the virus that is you. i'm sick and if i die at your hands, i'm okay with that. i would be honored to have my heart broken by you.