Ramblings

What is this feeling?

I’m so completely and utterly terrified of how I feel about him and to screw it all up. Because I have never felt this way about anyone ever before. I haven’t even told him, but he knows. I know he does. I just don’t know when to say it; I’m such a stickler for the perfect moment that I want it to be the best possible moment when neither of us are stressed or worried about something else, which means it could continue to be months from now. Or, you know, I’ll sleepily mumble it one night when I’m at his place and falling asleep in his arms.

I just don’t want to screw this up, and I want to show him that I’ll put him first and what he needs first, just to make him happy and to make sure he knows he’s loved by me.

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Ramblings

Feelings

I’m terrified of my feelings for him.
How I want to be around him all the time, even if it’s just sitting in the same room as him in silence.
How just thinking about him makes me smile and blush. Not to mention glancing at him while he’s not paying attention (and getting caught. Oops).
How everytime I stop and start thinking about how I feel towards him, I get choked up and overwhelmed and I just want to tell him, but I’m terrified of giving that part of myself to him. Because I want this to work so badly, I’m scared of messing it up. I think we both are.

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Ramblings, Writings

Maybe…

Maybe the person, the “One,” you’re supposed to be with isn’t your best friend or the guy who you’re had a crush on for forever. Maybe you’ll take a chance with them and it’ll fail, but hopefully you’ll still remain friends with that person.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s the guy you never even suspected, the one who came out of no where, the one you had no intentions of dating, the one who you start talking to and everything seems to fit. They understand you, they poke fun at you, and you’re totally comfortable with them.

Maybe that’s who you’re supposed to end up with in the long run. The one who becomes your best friend as you grow together and challenge each other.

Maybe…

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