And I dont know what to write,

I’m tired,

I keep thinking about you,

I really wish I could be there now;

I really wish we could talk face to face,

I really wish I could sort out what I feel,

I really wish I could go home,

This week feels like it will last forever,

I know we cant talk right now,

Or tomorrow, or thursday cause I’ll be busy

Friday is far in the future

Oh I miss you.

I want to go home

Aren’t I?

What am I missing?

How did this happen?

Does it bother me?

No; and that is in itself too weird to grasp

I don’t do this sort of thing

I don’t feel like this

I don’t

But now I do

And it doesn’t bother me

I let it happen

I wanted it

I still do

But it doesn’t make sense

I don’t do this

If I’m not insane now;

It wont be long

But I don’t care

This feels too right

And makes way too much sense in the simple sense that it doesn’t

For me to not want it

I am willing to give this a real try

With you

And I can’t believe that I am willing to admit it.