I know this boy. When people mention his name, my face blushes and my heart drops into my stomach. When this boy looks at me, I feel the warmth of his gaze and the intensity and mischief that’s dancing on the surface of his mind. I’ve admitted things to him that my mind has long been trying to suppress because those thoughts are not of the “me” I want others to know about. But when I’m with this boy, I could confess all my darkest sins to him and not feel any qualms. This boy, he makes me nervous. I could jump out my skin. The things I consider doing when I’m with him frighten me. With this boy, I can be myself, my true self, and I’m not sure if I like who she is.
which version of me do you like better? (via bklynbabie)















