every open letter i write, i will never address.
ive got a foot in the grave and other waiting to finish the step.
whenever i am around you, i cant stand being without you.
whenever i am away from you, i cant stand you at all.
its all my fault. i cant control a restless mind.
im doing what i can to not be a jealous person
and doing what i can to go about it a different way.
patience is a challenge. but i just cant find any to change who i am.
and i just cant find anything to make myself lie to anyone about how i feel.
hopeless romantic. and i am entirely hopeless.