#thingsican'tsay

I don’t have to meet your mother We don’t have to cross that line I don’t have to take your heart I’m just asking you to make some time

I want to say that it's the distance and the 7 weeks apart (because you went on that business trip when I was supposed to come and visit) that are the problem. 

I want to tell you that I know you don't know anyone like me. I want to tell you that letting me go only cements each other as the one who got away. 

I guess I'll see you in 10 weeks.

I like you. A lot. And maybe it's because I have no life or because I'm an affectionate person or something, but I wouldn't mind having you around. Always. I know part of our agreement was that I had to understand you aren't always glued to your phone and that you're usually busy with baseball and family and working out and all the other things teenage boys do, and that I agreed. I said, "I know you're busy and that it'll be hard and we're gonna have to work at it, but we should try." And you said, "Okay." And that was it. We were together. We were gonna try to be an actual couple despite school, baseball, friends, family, and homework. And that's been working. But you leave on vacation and I don't hear from you for days on end. And school is coming up and it scares me that we're going to be a summer fling because I'm needy, and clingy, and probably desperate, who knows. So that's basically it. I'm scared we're going to be a summer fling. Especially since you're actually the kind of guy I could totally see myself marrying. And yes, I'm aware it's only been a technical two and a half months of dating and we're 16. But there it is. I would marry you someday, kid.