everyone has their own love story. one that comes easy, one that goes through all sorts of bumps, and one that seems to be like a puzzle, waiting to be solved. my type of love story? well, mine’s the puzzle-like one, with all the twists and turns and without a cheat code. i don’t know how it all started. the sneaking around, the hiding. it just became our brand, our trademark, our game. it’s ironic how we’ve become so honest with each other, so open to each other, but still, we both know we’re still hiding something. i get it. you like me, i like you. but that’s it. and did i mention, we have this bond, this kind of relationship that feels like forever but the question still lingers? what are we? what are we if not two teenagers in love? this lingering question is what keeps me up at night. one that keeps haunting me, one that keeps coming back to me.
you told me to wait for you. for you to be ready. for you to be brave enough to take the risk. you told me you were afraid to hurt me, to break me, but, damn. at this point, i’m really hurting. it’s been almost a year since you told me you like me (which took 8 months, fyi) and now i’m struggling because there’s something in my heart that keeps knocking its way out to my mouth. i’m struggling because as much as i want you to know how much i care about you and why i’m gonna stay, i can’t seem to find the perfect alternative reason. the alternative to an eight-letter phrase.