goosebumps.
I have this lump in my throat. I don't know to who I can talk about this now without feeling judged.
There's plenty of other fish in the sea - then congratulations, go ahead and date one. Is it that much of a race to find someone and settle down with them? What if I wanna absolutely try with him, even if there's a lot of chances it might fail? What if I wanna wait and not date any random ass dude I find on Tinder? What if I don't wanna to fuck around some strangers and respect myself?
I take other people's judgment so personnal because I know they might just be true. I should go ahead and date litteraly anybody else - but here I stay, not doing it. Nobody on dating sites or in real life seems to interest me, I have this strong desire to make it work with someone that, unfortunately, isn't wanting a relationship right now.
My face is burning from all the tears I've shed on it, I know what got your attention was how bubbly and happy I was and, believe, me, I don't wish to cry every night for you. It's just that I've gotten to a point that I care so much, it has taken over the rest.
Should I blame my borderline personnaly disorder for feeling so in touch my emotions and because I feel this deeply in love, or should I blame you for everything you brought into my life.
Trust the process, as I say, if it's meant to be, it'll be.
But I can't get over the stress of waiting to find out.
There's plenty of other fish in the sea - then congratulations, go ahead and date one. Is it that much of a race to find someone and settle down with them? What if I wanna absolutely try with him, even if there's a lot of chances it might fail? What if I wanna wait and not date any random ass dude I find on Tinder? What if I don't wanna to fuck around some strangers and respect myself?
I take other people's judgment so personnal because I know they might just be true. I should go ahead and date litteraly anybody else - but here I stay, not doing it. Nobody on dating sites or in real life seems to interest me, I have this strong desire to make it work with someone that, unfortunately, isn't wanting a relationship right now.
My face is burning from all the tears I've shed on it, I know what got your attention was how bubbly and happy I was and, believe, me, I don't wish to cry every night for you. It's just that I've gotten to a point that I care so much, it has taken over the rest.
Should I blame my borderline personnaly disorder for feeling so in touch my emotions and because I feel this deeply in love, or should I blame you for everything you brought into my life.
Trust the process, as I say, if it's meant to be, it'll be.
But I can't get over the stress of waiting to find out.
