…if the world was ending, you’d come over, right?
Next time I meet you, I’m going to ask you to dance with me. The silly, make mistakes in between, try to match the boxes in the tiles kind of dancing. The kind where we’re trying to waltz, but my favourite part is just that I get an excuse to hold you close to me. Yeah, that’s why I like dancing with you.
I should have asked last time, but I kept procrastinating. And yes, I remember you said you wanted to dance too. It’s hard to tell what you’re thinking, but if you do think about it too, I just wanted to let you know that I do remember. Maybe I was just waiting for you to bring it up again ?
Oh, well. Next time, I’d damn the consequences and just ask you. Do you know, Slow Grenade by Ellie Goulding is playing right now? I had to pause to cry a little, lol. The lyrics hit home a little too much.
I want to talk to you, but I can’t. I keep holding myself back. A part of me thinks (or knows?) that it’s just me setting myself up for more hurt. I miss you, really. And more than half the time I want to know you’re okay.
I hope you’re okay.
I can’t come over to yours, because I don’t like the uncertainty. But if the world was ending, would you come over?
I ask because right now I want to say I would. But the truth is, if push comes to shove, I might be too scared to.
I hope you would, though. I miss holding your face.
