I can’t stop thinking about you. You. God, even when I just say that word, off I go, smiling like an idiot. When I’m with you, I can be me. I feel comfortable around you. I may not have known you long, and you may have heard things about me, but I’m not the same me I was a month ago. When we touch all I feel is warmth. When we kiss all I see is joy. When you hold me all I feel is happiness. Please, don’t be afraid of my past. Of the ghosts that follow me. And don’t be afraid of losing me because of something you might do. It takes a lot to scare me off. Just trust me. Please, know how I feel. Don’t be the one I lost.