I was so scared, when you picked me up from the airport and you kissed me, that I’d spend the rest of my time down there being awkward because there was nothing to it. No spark, no flame, no feeling.
I didn’t even think about the alternative.
Now, miles and miles away, I replay every second with you. I didn’t know to be scared of falling for you when afterward we would still be so far away.
Now I’m trying to keep my heart together while it’s trying to unravel itself in the desperate wanting it has for you.
It’s sort of like trying to hold on to water.
And right now it’s slipping through my fingers.