I wish I worked up more courage to talk to you the first time you came out with us. My initiative would have made all the difference, I believe.
Hey. Please don’t give up on me. I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be wiser. And more understanding. I’ll take my time, every small step I’ll walk with you.
I’m back at the point where interest turns obsession and my attempts are just constant turn offs. I just don’t know what to do.
4 days, 4 weeks or 4 months?
If it’s another 4 years I might really go crazy. Haha.
All I ask is to talk to you, like how we did a few weeks ago. That’s all I need, to be content.
I won’t ask for more. Because I don’t deserve it.