Right now is good. I don’t want to jinx it.
I’m happy that you’re happy, but I think we can progress. Even with reality set it, I still see it in your eyes. I think about the future, and I think you could keep me here if you wanted to. I hope things stay at least like this, but my track record predicts that I’ll fuck things up somehow, so that’s why I’m keeping my distance. I heard those words I loathe the other night, and I hope that you see past them, because they aren’t true. I want to feel that feeling, and show you, and tell you, and feel it for forever.