Unknown

I don't know when it all became this confused mess of emotions. For months I have liked you. You. The person that you hide from everyone else can't be hidden from me because I see through that facade. It's cliche I know, but you put up walls and defenses that are so much like my own I know what to look for. I know what your doing and I know how much it hurts to let go and just be. But with me, you are beautiful. You are open and you let yourself be awkward and funny and sweet and all those things no one gets to see all the time. I only catch tiny glimpeses of the real you outside of the four walls that have become my haven for hope in love. There is the place that you have shown me an innocence in myself. The tragedy of this romance is that it's mostly in my head. Nothing has changed between us and yet everything already did. We have few hours together that meant the world to me but t we don't talk about it. So do they even exist? If we don't talk about it, the only thing for me to do is think and remember. Stolen kisses, your arms wrapped around my body, your beating heart under my palm. Oh, how closely I felt to you in those hours. Not just physically, but so much more than that. You changed me. It changed how I thought about life and love. Enough to keep my hope alive that someone out there is meant for me. Someone who can make me feel just as strongly, love just as sweetly and want just as desperately. So even if this thing between us just stays a confused mess of emotions that never has a name. I wouldn't trade the time, the memories, and the light that was rekindled in the darkest spots of my heart. Because the unknown emotional mess is a constant reminder that I know I can love someone and someone is able to love me back. I can let them, the hurt I've felt before hasn't closed me off completely. I may be cracked, but I'm not broken.