April 5, 2013
It's becoming a habit. You. Waking and sleeping, it's you. It's true when I say: All I think about is you. Thing is, I'm a coward. Sometimes I think I choose to be brave in all the wrong situations and choose to be a coward in all the wrong ones, too. I choose you, I'd gladly choose you over anyone right at this moment. You make me laugh, you annoy me, you ignore me, you have a way that's so confusing. I have so much I want to learn about you. And your voice, I don't know where to begin.