May 22, 2013
I feel like I keep wasting my chances with you. They say: Be careful how you begin things. Maybe this already started a little wobbly, yeah? I keep hoping to find a chance to tell you that I feel a certain fondness for the times we spend together, and would like to prolong them if you'd agree. But I also keep taking one step back for fear that doing that might push you away. The only way I can keep you in my life is if I never tell you what I want to tell you. This quiet love stings.