Epilogue.
I don't know how I feel about you. That's not true, I know exactly how I feel, and it frightens me, because I'm not sure how you feel about me. I know it's something big, but I do not know how deep it goes.
You had the opportunity to cut me loose, I fucked up, big. But you forgave me, and we got past it.
You once said "I don't need to smoke weed to hang with you" and I jokingly said "that's the sweetest thing anyone said to me." That wasn't true. You once told me, you wanted to help me become the best version of myself. I believe you.
For you, I will become the best version of myself, and I want to help you do the same. Words are hard for me, feelings are even more difficult. Life is long and painful, but, not when you're around.
I just need to get out of my head, and learn to relax, the defenses are down, but the walls are still up. I want to knock them down, for you, with you.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
you should know it.