Melody
I’ve officially lost my god-given mind. Here I am running in the rain talking to myself. Why? Because I can’t get him out of my system. If anything, I’m falling deeper. Every touch, look, laugh, and conversation pulls me under. I find myself enjoying his company, missing his warmth when he’s not around, looking forward to him laying his head on my lap, sneaking into my room to kiss me on the forehead when he thinks I’m asleep.
Most importantly, I find myself replaying that question over and over again. Last night was the third night he had asked that question. “Why can’t you see just how much I F**king love you?”
Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question? Granted, I ran away and hid for five years and, for the most part, have been keeping my guard up around him, pushing him awa
