Remember all those things that I thought I knew?
Turns out I was wrong.
I find myself slipping into a terrifying, yet comfortable unknown. He was my friend. Now he’s more. I feel safe. I have never felt so safe. I mean that as the world’s biggest compliment.
I just wish that there was less explaining to do. I don’t want to have to defend how I feel. I don’t want to upset other people. I just want to escape to an island with him, and a bunch of journals, and brussel sprouts, and beer, and sour patch kids, and just live.
Other people SERIOUSLY bother me.