Damn, I love conversations that cut the small talk.
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it’s all the rest
I want with you
that scares me shitless.
On a scale of one to Nick Carraway how much of a third wheel are you?
I’m a hopeless romantic grounded by reality. I’d like to believe in fairy tales, soul mates tied by fate, and love that lasts. But I look around and see high divorce rates, arguments over little things, misunderstandings complemented by misunderstandings, and feelings that vanish overnight.
I think of you and wonder how I could’ve fallen over such a short time span. How did you manage to melt all the ice around this cold heart and walk through all the walls I placed around myself? It’s been a really, really long time since anyone came this close. And honestly, I feel so undeserving of your kindness. I push, I yell, I fight. I’m selfish. I’ll want you to stick around. I’ll want my space. I’ll want, want, want, and sometimes I won’t give as much as I take (but I’ll try my best). It’s going to be tough. I was never Patience or Distance’s best friend. I fear you’ll find my flaws, physically and mentally, and I fear that I just won’t be.. enough. Because shit, I feel like I never am. I’m so unsure of everything in my life, and I fear the unknown future that lies ahead of me. But what I do know is that I want this, you, us.
This happened and it didn’t leave me alone. I had to draw something, couldn’t help myself *shrugs*