I find myself wondering how your hand would fit in mine. What it’d be like to be embraced by you. Would all my mental blocks finally fall? There’s something about you I can’t put my finger on. Maybe I see you for you and vice versa. There are unfortunately obstacles that keep these thoughts locked away. That ring. The age difference. These childish thoughts and actions I can’t let go of. I feel like my emotions are so strong sometimes it’s hard to hold back yet I can somehow manage to stay calm on the surface most of the time. I need to stop these thoughts before I drive myself fucking crazy again. It’s a lot easier to write then to be vocal. I’m just some boy pretending to be a man.