I’m scared shitless.
Everything was going great until last night. I knew exactly how to guard my heart, I wouldn’t have given a crap if you decided to leave me randomly, and I was careful not to show how I really felt about you.
However last night, I tripped.
There we were exhausted from a long day, just cuddling up on the couch and I began to fall asleep to your heart beat. But before I left myself go, I wanted to give you one more kiss. One of our ever so modest pecks that we’ve been doing for the month we’ve been together. That was my intention at less. And as you know, that most definitely did not happen… No complains, but for the love of all that is holy, could you please stop being so attractive, sweet, and irresistable so I can keep myself undercontrol? Thank God you were the voice of reason in this, because at that moment I sure as hell wasn’t.
After I went home. I thought I still had my heart under control. It was just a simple slip up, not a big deal. Nope. I was wrong. This is going to become a huge friggin’ deal. And I’m about to crap my pants.
I’m going to fall in love with you. I knew it when I looked up at your face while you were watching the movie and I reached up to stroke the back of your hair… Damn it I love your hair.
You’re so modest too. You didn’t touch me inappropreitly like all the other guys did to me.
Damn it, I’m falling for you.