Why is there either none or what feels like a thousand boys in my life. I don’t know how I feel about anything…I don’t think I’m capable of really feeling anything for anyone…other than what they make me feel in the moments I am with them.

I love you when you call me, but also when you don’t.
When you take time to think of me, and even when you won’t.

But maybe I shouldn’t let you in, shouldn’t have been letting you in these past six, seven, eight months. But every time I try to pull away you gently bring me back to you. I think I kind of hate it, the way we can’t get loose from each other.

I love when you call me on the phone in the first hours of the day. I never thought that our story would still be writing itself at this point.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t question how and why this has come to be at times.
Especially the why part.
But I’m just going to go with it, because something in your voice, the way you talk to me tells me I’d only be damning myself if I walk away now.