I better be quiet now.

I hate to sound like a cliché,
like a walking stereotype,
but I already am one anyway.

I’m falling so incredibly hard. This girl drives me crazy. This girl makes me laugh, makes me smile, makes me blush. She gives me goose bumps. She’s a drug. I get high being from just seeing her. I can’t look away.

And she’s not a girl. I don’t know why I’m saying that. She’s a woman. She knows what she wants. She’s aware of who she is, and what she believes. And that is so h-o-t.

and here is where I replace 'her' with 'you'. You.

I like that I can be alone with you. I like that I get to have you all to myself if I wanted. I like that I can show you off. I like that we look good together. I like that people compliment you. I like that you like me.

I’m so comfortable around you. It feels so natural. And that’s never happened to me before. I don’t want to give this up for anything.

I don’t know what I thought about, or what I did, before you.

How has it really only been two months? It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. Or maybe it feels exactly as long as it should. Time is weird; we’ve talked about this.

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I don’t think I wear masks, but I guess I do sometimes. Sometimes I wear the ‘cool/cocky’ mask too often, exhibiting flirtatious nature irresponsibly.
This has gotten me in trouble. You wouldn’t believe me if I said that I wasn’t always like this. .

-But trust me-
-When I say that I am the exact opposite of ‘cool’. I'm a mess.

I think you saw a glimpse of that tonight. And I hope that doesn’t scare you away. I have so much anxiety about the stupidest shit. I worry a lot. I internalize. It isn’t healthy, I’m aware of it. I’ve acknowledged it’s a problem, and I try my best to suppress it. But it comes up. It flares like a machine-gun. Words come out of nowhere.

Thoughts jump into my mind, stories are remembered, and I want you to know them. All of them.
I just have so much to say and my brain doesn’t have the patience to listen to my mouth. Or my mouth doesn’t listen to my brain. I don’t know which one it is. I talk so fast I can barely spit the words out.

I have! So! Much! To! Say!
My brain is thinking so fast, and my mouth can’t catch up. Sometimes my mouth moves too fast, and my brain can’t keep up.

So now I stutter and spit and try and sound coherent.

I know you (yes, you) heard all of this already. I said a lot (talk talk talk talk bla bla bla me me me me).
I meant every word of what I said. And I’ve never been more confident in the words I’ve said to you. My gut is telling me this is a good thing. I meant it when I said you were one of my best friends. I think about you more than I probably should.
You make excited about the future.