I like him.
I try not to. I don't too much, but I do. I like him.
He makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel sexy. He makes me feel special. He makes me feel alive.
And he likes me too.
It's making me crazy. It's making my whole life complicated.
But it's making me happy. Genuinely happy.
But incredibly stressed.
I'm at a cross roads. Now I just have to choose my path. And honestly right now I want to choose to be alone.
I would like alone.