Never have I been so afraid of committment, letting someone else be the one and only in my life. Letting someone be there for me, through good times and bad. Letting myself fall for someone again, whether they’re good for me or not. Letting someone be close to me. Letting someone make me laugh and smile just by looking at me. Letting someone wipe away my tears when things aren’t going my way. Letting someone open doors for me and be a gentleman. Letting someone inspire me to write about them.
You were never part of the plan. These short four months were supposed to turn into even longer, letting me bask in the sweet solitude that I was always secretly longed for. Sweet solitude until my prince rides up on his white horse and isn’t afraid to take a chance on this girl that may or may not be his princess in the end. The temptation of being spontaneous has taken over and the idea of giving it up and taking a chance on you is terrifying.
just texted me a picture of me dressed for my junior prom (he didn’t get see me at my senior prom) and wrote “beautiful” under it. I’m tearing up so bad.
Can’t wait til you’re home for good. I miss you more than I could miss anyone else.