But no word, no shape, no photograph could ever twist so far that it could begin to explain even a little bit of how I feel.



I don't know how I could opened myself up to someone that I only met 4 times before. I'm really scared you'll leave like the rest of them did... please don't, i need you. As much as i'm quite happy to finally found you, i'm... scared. It's really saddening how some people I used to talk to a lot, we don't even talk much anymore, and the worse part is I don't even know how it happened. Maybe i'm not sensitive enough or something.

I typed a lot about myself and deleted it. I guess I'm still scared of being judged. You'll know me, you'll judge me, you'll leave me, you'll despise me but I'll wait for your return.