I wish we’d make an effort to spend more time together doing awesome things.

I still manage to get quite scared.

I couldn’t sum up why that is for you, though I can try to:

You might give up, just as I am becoming more and more certain of wanting to stick around.

You may not even really love me, but rather just really want to love me.

I’m going to miss you; I won’t be able to come see you.

I’ll get sad.

I’ll want to forget how happy you make me, so I don’t feel so gosh darn sad when you aren’t around.

Please, let’s plan this out.

Please stay honest with me.

I’d be lying if I said I have no worries when it comes to you being honest with me.

Sometimes I wonder if you have a girl on the side that you chat up on facebook just to keep you happy.

I do get jealous when you mention girls that you hangout with (it’s because they get to see you).

When you message girls to hangout or catch up with, I wonder if you’ll go after them, because it’s easier to love someone you see all the time.

I spend more time thinking of you leaving, than you staying; because you’re sort of bound to when we’re over 16,000 miles apart.

I love you because you give me a new sensation of desire, of want, of passion. 

Thank you.