I can feel it building up inside me: the need to express an emotion
I'm not yet ready to admit. To love makes me vunerable and I am vulnerable enough
the way it is.
I have a special admiration for him. When he goes out of his way to help someone, I watch, and I smile, and I think to myself, "What a
wonderful, selfless, beautiful soul. How I wish our two souls could entwine for always."
I am worthy of him and he is worthy of me. I've never really been able
to say that before. We are alike, yet different. complimentary. And when I look upon him, even in his worst state of being, I cannot
help but burst from within.
He takes me in his strong arms and I bury my face in his chest. I never want to let go.
He takes it slow. If we share an unspoken moment, he pulls away. I would never hurt him and I am as afraid of what is happening as he is.
Mine's just less noticable.
I'm not yet ready to admit love.
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