Despite you beating up on your poor, wretched bookshelf, I think today was great. I managed to tell you that I was frightened of doing things wrong because you are quite unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with before. We’re both trying to do things right this time, which makes me… ecstatic and hopeful. So many positive words that I can’t even think of them all. I’m just speechless when it comes to the effort you’re willing to put into this.
I wonder when I should ask you.
I wonder when I should say it.
Sigh. Sometimes I have to catch myself. When you say, or act so sweet that I can’t even think right, I almost want to blurt it out. Like it’s there just waiting for me. A lot of times, it’s just right before we fall asleep. But I also like not saying it. I like this little game we play back and forth, and you know, I think I could go almost forever with you just asking You Love Me?, and me saying back Nuh-Uh.
Of course I would want to be touchy with you. I just get shy. How could I manage to keep my hands or lips off you after all this time being denied that? I’ll never be able to touch you or kiss you or pinch you or do really anything enough. Don’t worry about it :3
I like spoiling the things I care about.