Etwas durchgeknallt ist ganz nah am wundervoll.

I will love you till the moon doesn't glow I will love you till the winds don't blow I will love you till the sun doesn't shine Because I'm yours and you mine

It's so much easier to deal with the idea of "going out with you" when my only contact to you is from a computer or through a text message. It allows me to distance myself from the concept and my own feelings about it. But now you're here in my reality, and it's so much harder to face with you standing in solid, irrevocable proof in front of me that this is what it is. Maybe I'm afraid of the prospect of losing some of my Individual's freedoms, or of the fact that everyone's going to look at me (at us) differently from now on, or perhaps the biggest one that bothers me: that I'm giving you a piece of myself for forever, and I'm never going to be able to get it back from you or erase it or pretend that it never happened, because it's going to exist for as long as you and I know each other and after we try to forget each other if that comes to be. And until the memory is gone and faded when we will eventually die, it's going to be there. And I don't mean this in any way like I hate you for it or that I regret it, or that this is the pre-breakup speech to the breakup talk. I'm just young, naïve and scared by this whole concept of "together" and I'm just not so sure how I'm supposed to deal with all this.