I don’t understand you. Dear my– what are we? I can’t call you my lover because I am not in love with you, but you’re in love with me. Is it because of the flowers? I just wanted you to feel pretty. I guess I’m not looking for commitment. I admit it. You are right. I am afraid to open up. Scared to take chances. The irony, right? Love is all I write about, but I run from it. Why did you have to fall for me? Conversations under the stars, it was perfect. Feelings fuck everything up! It complicates things. We are drifting apart and I am sorry. I guess a big part of my identity is just not ready for love. The good ole’ it’s not you, it’s me type of thing. Fucked up, right? I think you’re attached to me, the last time I felt that way– it broke me. I’m not ready for that. There’s too much earth out there. Too much of the unknown. I want to see myself happy by myself before I’m ever in love with anyone again– baby, won’t you forgive me? No always and forever this time. No more hurting. Just a coward trying to be brave.
Ship Please? I'm a pretty quiet person & bc of that people think I'm mean or bitchy, but honestly I'm just the type of person who only speaks when spoken to or when I have something legitimately important to say. I'm not like most girls that guys tend to like bc I'm low maintenance, I dont wear a lot of makeup & I don't dress up often. Honestly I'm a "one of the guys" type who loves sports, guns, movies. But once I'm with someone I fall hard & I am the most committed person you will ever meet.