what am i doing?
i don't know what i'm doing to myself.
i think i could love you. i think this could work. but i'm afraid i'm messing it up already, by being a brat and being afraid of showing you how much this really matters. i'm so afraid to bare my soul that i might scare you away before you really know me.
please stay close.
i love you--perhaps not the way of fairytales, or of hollywood, or of happily ever after. but your tears, your hurts, and your fears are equally mine, and i will hold you close until they leave, and in this way i love you.