Remember…that night I cried? You probably don’t, it was the night before my flight back home from the first time I visited. For some odd reason, I was particularly vulnerable, which is something that doesn’t happen often.
I hated that feeling, that I was leaving myself open…and knowing you, I know I just looked silly.
You’re the only person that has done that to me…most people, I can keep up a shield no problem. We’re alike, you and I, we have vulcan grips over our emotions…of course, you have age and experience on me, so my grip is still infantile compared to yours.
I find it funny, because I’m spilling my guts right now, completely unprovoked, and like I had mentioned, you’re the only person who’s ever been able to do that to me. Truthfully? I’m scared of you. Every time we talk, it’s like me stepping onto a minefield.
When you message me, send me a text…do anything, my heart beats a million times a minute, my heart swells, and I feel something. Dunno what that something is, and while it’s something that’s I’m unfamiliar and something that still scares me, I want to experience it, and experience it with you, and you alone.
by anonymous