I don’t know what is exactly wrong.
Am I just going through post-breakup withdrawals?
Am I still horribly saddened and disappointed?
Am I just… scared?
Maybe it’s all three.
Maybe I’m a wreck.
I’m in love with a boy that’s still growing—even if gradually—as a person, as a human being, and my heart is heavy.
How the fuck did that happen?
I feel the exact same way that I did before I ever told him I love him. The only difference between now and then is that he knows for certain that I love him.
Why does this have to be so fucking hard?
… Wait. I know why.
:/ I hate waiting.
