Wednesday, March 11, 2009

You,

You underestimate me.
I don't particularly care, but If only I could get myself to be my usual witty, quick, quirky self around you somehow. I started out like that, I wish it retained and your opinion didn't matter to me so much. I wish I wouldn't have to hold back and be the mature one.
Being around you has made me realize one thing: I love being around you so much.
But, I'm afraid: that's it.
It's a fairly late conclusion, but it has come.
I love you. But that's it. There's no more to it.
And I'm so glad it's turned out this way.
I didn't want it to be any different.