I'm tired. Exhausted, in fact. If only there was some way to make everything all right. Make everything work. Like it used to. I miss those days. And I miss you. Waiting is not what I do best. This week has been horrid. All these emotions and sickness to boot. It's far too much. I really enjoy being with you. I hate to sound childish, but this feels so right. It just....fits. Would I be out of line to admit that my heart flutters at the sight of you? That my eyes fixed on yours is a sensation I cannot explain, nor live without? That I ache for your presence when you're gone? That I think about you constantly? That when I'm locked in your embrace, the world fades? All I see, all I know, all that exists is wrapped in my arms. Have I gone too far? My apologies. Just thought you ought to know.