It’s been a little over a month. Things seem to be going well. I really like you. Problem is, I can’t quite figure you out.
You say I don’t talk enough, yet when I offer something up you ignore it. Last week you fell asleep with your back to me, but after you fell asleep you rolled over and wouldn’t let me go. I’m left wondering if you still want to be with me, and then you do these amazing random things that make my heart stop. It’s so confusing.
What do you want?
I met you about a month after I figured all my crap out. Believe me, there was a lot of it. I finally feel like I’m in a good place. I feel good about myself and I finally feel pretty again. But I can’t help the feeling that I’m not quite good enough for you.
Can you please just tell me? I don’t even need you to say those three words. I can wait on that; it’s only been a month after all. I just need to hear that I’m wanted.
I think it’s so hard for me because at least on this side, those three words are true. My greatest fear is that they’ll never be true for you.