You send me e-mails everyday. I hate it. I hate you. I'm a terrible liar. I almost always don't mean what I say.
Here's the truth: You're probably the most important person to me right now. It scares me but I trust you. I wanna know everything about you. I want a trade of histories.
If I could be with you, I would. but that's the thing..
You have to know where I'm coming from, there is hesitation. There are nights like this one, where I am left confused, where I entertain my doubts.
I am skeptical but I long for you. I am hesitant but I speak the truth.
I want you to keep holding my hand, I want to listen to music with you, I want us to share triumphant struggles, I want cozy mornings that smell of vanilla.
Of vanilla, of dimmed lights, of favourite songs,
there is much to say.
YOU: An old soul An old friend A new love
These are my thoughts. These are my feelings. This is my life, wipe your shoes and step right in.