I started listening to love songs again and actually enjoying them. Because for some reason when the pointless words mixed together, I thought about you. And maybe for a second I found meaning in them. Although I’ll never admit that to you… I started realizing the dreams I was having weren’t happening while I was asleep. I guess its just me actually thinking about the details of your face, and how your hands look close to mine, and the way you form your sentences. I guess I think about you more than I would like to admit. I am not someone who falls easy… but when I fall it is overwhelming. Maybe it’s too much and that’s why I try to refrain from it altogether. You need to know that somedays I have dark days. And by that I mean I think about everything that could possibly go wrong.. and then make it go wrong. I guess my life has had so much tragedy I now feel like I need to create it. You need to know that my bed is sometimes a black hole and before I met you.. I didn’t think I could crawl out of it. But you smiled at me. And you’re nice to me. And when you kiss me sometimes it feels like every migrating butterfly decided to find its home inside of me. So I guess maybe I like you. I guess maybe it’s more than just like… and I guess maybe I always want you around. But you should know that this spark you create inside of me is dangerous. You see we can light wildfires inside of one another all we’d like. We may find that we are infatuated with one another time and time again. We may feel alive. We may feel happy.. but all these are just warning signs. You see it’s not safe for someone like me to feel this way. I will overflow you with all that I am but when you realize you don’t want it anymore, you’ll go. And I’ll blame it on me kissing you too much, or holding you too tightly but the sad truth is maybe I’m not creating all this tragedy maybe it’s just who I am.