The first bad argument we got into, I shut down. I scooted away from you so that we weren’t cuddling anymore and I stopped talking. I didn’t want to let you see how much you had hurt me… How could someone I loved so much hurt me so bad? How could someone so perfect say something so terrible? But I suppose that is a lot of pressure to put on one person. You kept trying to talk and touch me and move close to me again, but I just kept moving away. You have too much power over me. I eventually gave in and typed out what I wanted to say to you and then handed you my phone without turning around so you could read what I said without seeing how much of an effect you have on me. We went back and forth a couple times and then you said “I’m really really sorry… I hope you can still kiss me…” This would be super random except, tonight I found this argument that we typed out over a month ago and I’m supposed to see you this Friday. I am scared out of my mind though. What if you don’t feel the same way anymore because it’s just been too long? I’m so scared that I’m going to do something to fuck this up and I would hate myself if I did. But I guess the reason I’m still awake at 7am writing this, is because I hope you can still kiss me too…
