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.