I was so worried but then you managed to take care of yourself and went for a ten minutes powernap. How peculiar. How cute...
How can anyone be so strong and yet so tender all at once?
How can I just keep writing all these things about you? Apparently observing you has become a delightful thing to do. You are my cup of tea. Sometimes a cup of coffee.
Interesting how I trembled when you were about to ask about that specific event that has caused me a big deal of trauma. Until now I can't even write them down here. Interesting because somehow I feel like I need you to. I wanted you to ask, and not to ask, at the same time.
How would it affect our relationship after? Would you run? Will you see me oppositely after?
Opening up to you wouldn't it be careless? Or worst, a vanity? How can I put you in the very uncomfortable and awkward position?
I really don't wanna lose you. I need you too much.
