I told you that I’m different. I’m sure those words strike fear into you. I can understand that. A broken heart doesn’t want to be broken again, but I’m not here to break you, breaking you would break me because the thought of you breaking down makes me a mess, and that mess is a mess that can only be picked up by your smile, and I want you to smile more often and - let me start over. I told you that I’m different. What I’m trying to say is, I don’t plan on hurting you. I can’t figure out for the life of me how someone could hold a heart like yours and willingly let it hit the ground. I find myself feeling special to even know that it exists. I’m not here for your body. I’m not here for the potential makeout sessions, or the feeling of my hands caressing the parts of you other men could only dream of or pictures of said parts. I’m here for what’s underneath, for your mind and soul. There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s telling me that I shouldn’t tell you this, that it’s way too early and that I have to wait for some time until you make it seem okay for me to show you what lies behind my curtains, but I don’t care about that right now. If anything, I shouldn’t care at all, but society makes us too aware of ourselves, which is probably why you don’t like yourself as much as you should. It bugs me, you know? The way you put yourself down even though I’ve seen so much in you in such a short time, even though you make this heart jump with anticipation of the future. I don’t love you currently, but I can see myself loving you. Look at how much you’re making me spill. You’re probably gonna be squinting at me in suspicion for a day and a half after you make sense of all of this feeling I’m coughing up. You may come back to this, again and again - years after the fact if we make it that far - and try to figure out if it’s true. There’s a lot more to be said, but enough with the pretty stuff, the truth is this: I have no other motives. I’m just looking forward to seeing that smile on your face. Other than that, whatever happens, happens.