sam,

the thing is that I'm falling for you like you wouldn't believe. the thing is you scare the shit out of me and I'm pretty sure I scare you too and I don't see how it's gonna work itself out but I just... get this feeling that it will.

you make me feel like a run on sentence. like I want to pull out my hair. you make me feel so completely safe and beautiful and like... like I'm home.

god, how fucking cheesy.

I'm not "this guy"... and not just because I'm a girl. I'm not the fall in love 6 times a minute guy. I'm not the fall in love guy at all, actually. and this is totally illogical and stupid because we've already done this once and we could manage even the smallest amount of spark, or chemistry, or whatever... but now, almost 2 years later, when you're far away and I have no idea how you feel and it doesn't make sense at all...

... I feel like I'll just pop from how much I fucking love you.

it all started that night in the cab when I reached over and grabbed your hand. we intertwined our fingers and I'd never felt the kind of first date giddy recklessness with you that I felt in that moment.

the next morning the light was streaming through the window onto your face and even my hangover didn't matter. all I wanted was to be as close to you as possible, to hold your hand and listen to you strum your guitar and feel like I belonged where you were...

I never wanted that cheeseball moment to end. ever.

signed, sincerely, me.