I didn’t think it would come down to this. I’m really afraid, in the way that only comes from something so good as love. I’m afraid of what I’ve done.
I saw what happened. Things still suck, and I’ve never felt more foolish. But at least this way I know it’s okay for it to grow and expand. That’s what love does. Once it finds someone, it’s the same for everyone it knows no bounds. I’m glad I told someone. I’m glad I still have more to say.
I want to be able to run, play, and live. I really wish it were possible, almost as much as I want to tell you I love you. How am I feeling? I’m feeling post-suicidal. How do I feel about you? You know.
Hab’ ‘nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk’ an dich und lass’ ihn fliegen…