I hate when people try to shove their opinions down another person’s throat, especially when it comes to the way someone’s feeling. Back off. You don’t know what they’re going through or what feeling they’re experiencing. Worry about yourself, like yeah do u, but don’t fucking worry about what someone else is saying or what they think they’re feeling if it has absolutely nothing to do with you. Stop acting like you know everything, especially what you believe someone else could be feeling because in reality you probably can’t even begin to speculate the smallest idea of what they could be going through. You’re more naive than what you want to let your young, rudimentary mind believe.
It’s weird because I always felt like I couldn’t find myself getting any closer to you or feeling anymore for you, but here I am completely caught off guard once again. At first I thought that maybe it was just because we were having a good day, the way I felt whenever I’d look at you, and the way you’d look back.. I couldn’t help but try and find a way to pull you closer to my body and into my embrace. When we kissed, it was filled with as much passion and fear as our first. Again, I thought it was only because we had such a good day together, but then the next day came and god was it different from the last. We found almost every way to get under eachother’s skin. We picked at everything each other was doing, joked about the other’s insecurities just to get back at them. The typical couple thing, but this time it was different. It’s not like the past relationships I’ve been in, because at that point it usually means I’ve lost close to every interest I’ve had in you, but with you.. Well I just can’t seem to find myself getting enough of you. As we laid down for bed, we looked eachother in the eyes again, pull eachother close, and kissed just as passion filled and terrified as yesterday and our first kiss. It’s been like this for quite a few days, and I didn’t think I’d ever get to this point, but fuck. I don’t really know if my actions and expressions could help deny and try to mask the fact that I think I’ve fallen more in love with you than before. Even last night when I was incredibly annoyed after something you said, I found myself rolling over into your arms and pulling you in. Like what the fuck, I never do that. I’m stubborn as hell. I’m just taken by complete surprise with all of this infatuation I have seeping out of my pores and out of my thoughts, all this infatuation I have built up with not even just the thought of you.. But the actual you. The you I know, not the you someone’s mind could make up for you. I love you, Turner. I love you, I love you, I love you.