September 29, 2013
Always with half a mind to discontinue whatever it is Iím doing. I decide today that I will tell you, hey, this is how I feel. I get to your doorstep, command myself to knock, and when I hear your footsteps, I run for safety. Because falling in love with you is a risk. Having you know how I feel may have the ability to forever render me immobile, useless, weak. This is an exaggerated picture that I like to imagine, because Iím a coward, and it is so comfortable to stay here, in this cave of fear.