I hate to admit this, but just as I was warned, I have fallen prey to your charm.
Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing, but the more I grow to care about you, the more worried I become. I’m worried that I feel more for you than you feel for me. I’m worried I’m becoming too attached to something fleeting. I’m worried you know all of this already.
I hate to admit that I feel like it’d almost be worth it though, no matter how it turns out…
I don’t know what it is, but something about you just has a hold on me. I have never wanted to be a person that lets their happiness depend on someone else. Yet I can’t help but let my emotions, good or bad, form around my interactions with you.
I hate to admit that waking up in your arms was the most at home I have felt in a long time.
I hate to admit that, despite my best efforts, I’ve completely fallen for you.