(Source: beautifullythineatingisasin, via workout-workhard-loveyourself)
As we were pressed against the wall I realized that I wasn’t alone. That feeling of security was there and I didn’t think back to the past. All I saw was the present and those eyes looking at me and only me. Those eyes that have always stared at me in the dark. I have never felt so passionately before and felt as if the other was thinking the same exact thing. As we stood there kissing the song in the background changed and we both knew what each other wanted. I had never felt so compelled to lean in and say “I think I’m in love with you”, but I could not bring myself to actually mouth the words. I almost feel as if the words would not properly describe how I felt. I am starting to doubt that there is even a fitting way to describe how vexed I am by him. That feeling alone is what scares me the most. I cannot help, but think about the future and how this will turn out. The idea of losing him is terrifying, but the idea of keeping him is unreal. I am trapped in this idea that I am so happy, but so afraid.
