So what happens in loving you is destroying me a little bit at a time.
Is it really progress if we keep hiding behind our covers and studying our pain?
There is not a single doubt in my mind that its truly love.
And I'd rather have what patheticly messed up whatever we have than not have you in my life at all.
But sometimes I feel like we're just riding around in circles.
Will the time ever be right?
I think it will.
My heart races and butterflies dive into my stomach at the thought of us together. Forever. Or at least for a long time.
I know we're working out the kinks. I know that all I can do is wait.
But sometimes, it feels like the bridge that we're building to reach our dreams is like the construction on the side of the road that is always there in the same spot, year after year, never actually being completed.
I want to cross that bridge. But I don't know if I can put all my effort into the work all the time.