the affection I’m convincing that I’m feeling through this one-sided relationship (or, actually, lack of) makes my stomach burn intensely.

the fear I’m feeling through thinking about the possibility that this charade you promised to partake in might not even turn into reality is following me covertly.

only so little time has passed since my sudden realization and reflect. only so long has been wasted since my truly irresponsible choice to stab myself in the chest symbolically.

i want me to be more mature about the situation and to realize that a bond sometimes cannot be mended as quickly as i want it to be

i want you to just reassure me one time that my attempts to fix something so fragile are, in reality and not only in my mind, pushing towards the right direction before my hands and heart grow tired and lonely