I’m in love with this girl (who sings me lullabies over webcam, as we recreate our histories and find out who we are and once were, hiding our faces behind thin veils and 3am lighting)
Love is such a complicated word, and this is why I find myself confused, drawing the lines between infatuation and lust and the dreaded four letter word. I wouldn’t know now, but it will be too risky to try.
I’m in love with this girl. I’ve been in love with this girl for as long as I can remember –
– and will never tell her.
