You come back in a week.
I’m so excited and nervous.
I’ve thought about you so much, your eyes, your odd sense of humor that I absolutely adore, those few nights together, but as your return comes closer I worry.
Perhaps, I wasn’t suppose to wait.
You never asked me to.
The last month its felt like I was taken. Guys approached me but you were always on my mind. And now, what if it’s all just a fantasy and I’m only going to be let down when you get back.
I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that while you’ve been away I’ve grown very found of the idea of “us”…