You know I still get a knot in my stomach when I think of you.
Still get nervous but excited.
Still feel the comfort wash over chased by fear.
Fear of losing you.
Fear of you finding out.
Fear of being alone.
Fear of never having a shot.
Fear of you being someone I don’t know.
Fear, legitimate fear.
Because we haven’t spoken.
We haven’t.
But for some reason I keep hearing your voice.
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