we told each other “i love you” for the first time today and i wish it hadn’t been so bittersweet. i know i’m handsy. i know it because i’m just a glutton for the way her skin feels under my fingertips. she’s warm. she’s soft. she’s hayley. she’s hayley and i love her. so i got handsy. we were talking and i just wanted to move some hair out of her eyes. she’s always got hair in her face, you know? it’s wild, just like she is. i just wanted to see her eyes better.
you’d think i backhanded her with the way she flinched backwards. she knocked a pan off of the table and everything was so loud and you’d think i had just backhanded her with the reaction it got.
we both cried. after the initial shock wore off, she sat in my lap and i held her and we sat there until it felt better. and then i told her i loved her.
i wasn’t expecting her to say it back. i honestly wasn’t. but she did.
she loves me, too.
god, i would go to the end of the world for that girl. i would. i really really would. i’d follow her anywhere.
i’m gonna help her get better. i don’t know how, but we’ll work on it. i don’t want her to be scared anymore. i don’t. she deserves so much more. she deserves the world.
