I’m not in control anymore, and this is wonderful.
I don’t really believe you, but I want to. Part of me thinks that you feel for me more than you’re willing to admit. It could be because of our age difference, or it could be because I technically can’t like you, and you can’t like me. It’s like a modern day Romeo and Juliet, only it’s my own feud that I’ve created. This doesn’t get any easier… if anything, it’s about to get more difficult. I’m lying about us, and part of me thinks you are too, at least a little bit. But it’s only to protect me, and that makes me feel worse.
I haven’t been like this in a long time. All of this is making me so fearless and optimistic. It has literally been years since I’ve felt anything like this. This may even be a first. I can’t get enough of you. And my god… seeing you tonight was the best thing that could have happened. I was so ready to just give up on.. well… it doesn’t matter. You came at just the right time, and touched me just the right way. Your lips, your smile, your smell. It was fucking perfect.
You have no idea how special you are, do you?
