For the past year I’ve fallen in love with you. And by fallen I mean I tripped clumsily into your arms by mistake. I would have loved to deny the fact that you existed, but now here I am thinking about you at all times.
I didn’t mean to fall for you, this was never planned. But now the fact that I’m becoming so dependent on you makes me worried.
I guess I was nervous because you weren’t my dream man. The one that appeared in my dreams. But you know what, I think you are better than my dream man. Mainly, you exist; I don’t want to screw this up.
Please don’t break me.