Birth Clause
Why is it that when things are good, they are never quite good enough?? Theres always that little something that pops up.. there msut be some kind of clause in life that says "things will never remain perfect for more than a month".
Ed is the guy I've always wanted to find; fun and friendly yet loving and caring, open and honest yet mysterious and intriguing. We have become so close (very quickly) which did scare me at first. We talked about it though and I suddenly realised how silly I sounded and accepted that this is going to be something good.
It is something good, and its very comfortably good, but theres that something. Something playing on my mind and despite our honesty I can't bring myself to explain it. It's not fear of how he'll react it's my own fear of the whole situation. I just can't bring myself to tell him or even admit to myself that something is wrong. I can tell two other people but not him, and he's the person I need most lol
I can go on hiding it for as long as it takes him to notice, but when that moment comes I'm gona either have to tell the truth or make up an elaborate lie.
Wish I could tell him, he knows so much about me.
I'm finally not scared of our relationship, just of myself
Ed is the guy I've always wanted to find; fun and friendly yet loving and caring, open and honest yet mysterious and intriguing. We have become so close (very quickly) which did scare me at first. We talked about it though and I suddenly realised how silly I sounded and accepted that this is going to be something good.
It is something good, and its very comfortably good, but theres that something. Something playing on my mind and despite our honesty I can't bring myself to explain it. It's not fear of how he'll react it's my own fear of the whole situation. I just can't bring myself to tell him or even admit to myself that something is wrong. I can tell two other people but not him, and he's the person I need most lol
I can go on hiding it for as long as it takes him to notice, but when that moment comes I'm gona either have to tell the truth or make up an elaborate lie.
Wish I could tell him, he knows so much about me.
I'm finally not scared of our relationship, just of myself