I never meant to like you this much. What have you done to the old me? I always considered myself too independent to share myself with someone else romantically, give him my all. I’ve always been more of a one-night-stand kind of girl. No feelings. No mess. Parting ways in the morning. Simple, like me.
And now there’s you.
I look forward to the next time I get to see you. I try not to let it show, though. I don’t know why this is. It’s like I’m afraid of showing you how much I like you.
No boy has ever hurt me, yet I’m scared of it happening. I ensure it won’t happen by pushing people away. If I sense someone is starting to become distant, I become distant first. I abandon ship. It’s a natural instinct I use to protect myself.
I’m afraid of liking you more than…
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