You’re different too
I was scared when things got serious I’d feel things I’d felt before, and they’d come too quickly, with too much force that I’d fear not being able to recover if things didn’t work out. But you don’t let me worry about that because you’re you. You’re a thousand miles away from me, but you’re with me all the time and you take away my worries, make me feel at ease. Normally I’d want the world to know too, but now I don’t even care. I only need you to know and you do, and despite this contradictory fashion in which it’s not only you reading this, again, I just don’t care to worry about that. I’ll sit in bed in my jeans and wish I owned a pair of sweatpants to feel appropriately lazy when I think about being comfortable with you. I’ll smell your hair without warning, look around, think you’re there, and then realize you are.
