so you’re scared of me. 

and i think i know why. it’s because you felt it. it’s because you want it, because you know you do. and you’re scared of what will happen when, when you go for it. you are scared of what it will do to him. 

when i appear you shelter. to run into hiding. you go for cover. 

they say that fear is an indicator that you are close to your purpose. 

i’ll keep hanging out. i am good. i’ll keep noticing. 

sometimes i think about how i can orchestrate you

but instead i will love you

and you

from afar. and i am happy with that. 

i wonder if that makes me crazy, because lowkey it sort of seems that way

i’ve been trying to make you love me and it pushes you away

so i’ll stop. ask, is this me trying to make you love me?

then i’ll stop, of course. 

in your own sweet time.