I sit here and make myself miserable, I listen to songs that make me think of you, and all I want to do is curl up under a blanket with you and hide away from the world. I feel pathetic. I have come too deep in this and I am scared to hell. I feel these things for you that I have only begun to feel, things that make my heart leap and roll and ride this wonderful rollercoaster. I love you much more than I could have ever thought was possible. And that also scares the hell out of me. I don't think I have even realized the tip of how you feel about me, and I don't think I ever will. Maybe one day I will see it, and maybe it will surprise me. I always think down upon everything good in my life, I never see myself being lucky enough to have anyone feel about me the way I feel about them. I always see myself giving you the world and never getting an ounce of feeling from you. Or anyone for that matter. I am not what you expect, I am me, and I am all I can give. And I love you.
