I’m terrified of fucking this up. It’s almost 4 am. And I’m crying. For the first time in a long time. Last time last time I was in love I fucked up from being selfish. I was more about me than him. I should’ve chased him. But I think deep down I was tired of chasing him. Enough about that. I really dig this guy. And it’s getting to the point where he makes me fucking happy. He’s literally perfect to me. But fuck.













