| I wrote you a text, but I never sent it. I knew what it would do. I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you once i started. I would hate myself for thinking about committing; fully; to someone else. But you called. And even though I cant stop thinking about you, i like it. i like to think about you. I like to think of what could be. i like to think about how you would make me feel. i like how i feel around you. you’re the one thing i’d keep everything for. |