i wish i could remember what it was like to be in a relationship. like a no joke, full-fledged serious relationship. but i don’t. what if i’m not a good girlfriend for you? i’m scared. i doubted myself once, and i promised myself that i wouldn’t do it again. i want you, and you want me. isn’t that how its supposed to be? its been a long 4 months but nothing will make me happier than the first time i finally get to lay my eyes on you again, to be held in your arms, and to hear your voice right there next to me.
i like you.
