I don’t know; what can I do to you?
I still like you. I do.
I’m scared of long distance relationships, I’m just not loyal girlfriend material, and you don’t even try to hold me back.
This is strange because you’d never know how easy it is for me to get boys run after me. I’ve never thought there would be a day when I pour my heart out and don’t get anything in return.
No certainty whatsoever. No promises made. I want to make it work, but can I?
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.