Last time, I came here and poured it all out. All of it. Every excitement, joy, selfish fear.
This time, I'm scared to say anything. What if it ends? again
For me, though. This is for me. This is not for you, or for him, or for them. This is for me.
I'm terrified. I'm so fucking happy. I'm crying but I don't know where to place the blame for the tears.
In only the teeniest, tiniest part of my hopeful heart did I think that second line was going to show, but it turns out, that teeny tiny hope was enough.
In only the teeniest, tiniest part of my hopeful heart do I let myself hope that this time will be different. Because what if it's not? Oh, please, let that teeny tiny hope be enough.
If you know me in real life, this is between us for now, okay? In fact, if you mentioned it to me in a room full of people I would pretend I didn't know what in the hell you were talking about, call you crazy, and then rush to delete this post.
Here we go again, yo. Let's do this thing.