The distance.
You told me it'd be ok. But you were the one crying.
You told me to let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt.
Scared
I utterly adore everything that you are. You make me so happy that it makes me really fucking scared at the same time. It makes me scared that one day, you might wake up and not feel the same as you did before. If only I could let you know how that gets in my head, every single time. You have no idea how much I hold on to everything that you are to me. Not even the slightest. 
I failed to let you know.
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.
You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me.
But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.
Hardest
People say that walking away is the hardest thing to do, but it isn't. Staying, even when you know it will break your heart is the toughest. Staying right where you are, waiting for your heart to be ripped apart is much harder than walking away and starting anew.
Beat your bone.
Tummy hurts so bad I couldn't sleep.
Read your entire blog for the 3rd time now, every post made me think of the scene.
It all seems like yesterday.
I miss you so much.
