I said mean things to you and I’m sorry. Underneath I’m just so scared to tell you how I really feel because if you knew I loved you then you’d run.
I toss between giving in too much and holding back.
I hate being in this place. Of wanting so much to say I love you, mean it, show you, and have it be returned.
You say mean things to me too. You make me anxious. Nervous. And unsure of myself.
I can’t always tell if it’s coming from me or coming from you. If you’re the one who makes me feel this way or if it’s within me.
I was so happy at first. Thinking everything I’ve wanted I had found in such a magical, coinciding way.
And now I’m unsure. I don’t know. And I’m just sitting here feeling sad, lost, and confused.