I keep replaying memories of you through my head. I remember the first night you kissed me. I remember lying in bed while you played with my hand. And I remember vividly, over a year ago, how you held me for a few seconds backstage when all I wanted to do was cry.
I can't say I'm in love with you. I've never been given the chance to fall in love with you. But it's a distinct possibility that it's in my future. You are not good for me. Everyone can agree on that.
But that doesn't change how I feel about you, my beautiful, sinister boy.
Let's give this a shot. Please.
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