Is it ironic that sleeping and taking in the scent of your shirt comforts me the most?
I wish I could just shut up about my feelings so he didn’t have to deal with it.
It sincerely bothers me how he’s going to bed disgruntled—because of me.
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I’m just so eager and ready to give everything to him and all my love and affection and dedication but I’m scared.
I’m scared of how much I love him.
I’m scared of how much it’s going to hurt if he picks her over me. Again.
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I just want to be able to love him and be loved in return without any repercussions.
It’s starting to get to me.
Paciencia.
Well, I did sign up in the first place; I should be ready to assume all consequences.
I can’t help that I’m falling all over again. I’m already in love. warblegarble.
How do I even know he’ll pick me in the end? :/
Come on, I’m slightly jealous because he stopped talking to me to call his girlfriend, whom he’s been on the phone with for over half hour.
I have to remember that I’m just… a friend. She > Me. It’s just the way things go.
Falling in love is just so difficult at times.
I was okay with “sharing”, and I’m pathetically still agreeing with it, but… it’s just starting to nag at me.
I love him.
All of him.
Going to the fair today and seeing all the couples reminded me of him, and how I really wished he was there with me.
Then I remembered how he mentioned he wanted to take his girlfriend there.
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Just… remember your place, Nat.
I’m so stressed right now.
I’m finally really beginning to be happy again, and inspired, and just really genuinely happy.
I wish I had a better memory.
God, I don’t want to lose you. I don’t even know why I’m worried—I have nothing to hide.
Here I was, thinking about you, thinking about cuddling in bed and whatnot, and then suddenly I’m stressed.
You make me so happy.
Alright, I feel really blue.
I can’t even discern why. There isn’t anything in particular I’m blue about.
I… don’t want to bother him with my blue tunes; he has someone else to tend to. I don’t want him to help my burdens, too.
I’ll be strong, for him.
He offered virtual chicken soup, and I just swelled up. The little things, man… they really do help.
I don’t want to admit that I miss him.
His smile.
His voice.
His chuckle; especially when it’s accompanied with furrowed brows.
His arms.
His scent.
He’s truly a great pal. He really deserves to be happy. I’ll be strong for him.
If anybody decides to cross him, it’s me they’ll have to respond to.
…even if I’m the one bringing him down.
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