Dear you,
I’m scared. I really like you. I get excited when I think of you. I feel so safe when you wrap your arms around me. But, since Parker you’re the first, and that is scary. I want you to hold me and kiss me and not leave me. Please don’t hurt me and please just be sensitive . I know that you’ve been hurt, and you “don’t trust women”, well I can teach you to trust me and you can teach me to trust you. I don’t like that you made that mistake and that you keep talking about it, I wish you’d stop, but I like you just the same. Maybe we’ll be a better couple than anyone would think (even you and I) because we’ve both been broken. And maybe we just cuddle all the time & drink coffee & and cry & watch The Notebook & we can bring each other soup when we’re sick & you’ll give me your jacket when I’m coldy & meet my mom and tell her nice things & and your parents will like me and welcome me & we can go to grocery stores for fun & and you’ll open the car door for me & we’ll hold each other and listen. But mostly, we’ll just be happy.

There are so many things I could’ve done/said if I truly wanted to hurt you and I didn’t. It’s cute how much you still care. Get a life.