We’ve constantly talked to each other for some time now – telling stories, making jokes, and just enjoying each other’s company – but it seems like I don’t know you enough. You’re like a puzzle to me. A puzzle which I still cannot solve, not because it’s difficult but it has a few missing pieces.
I’ve opened up to you but I don’t feel that you’ve done the same.
Yes, you’ve confessed that you love me, you even remind me every single day but these words don’t put me at ease. There’s always something that makes me afraid.
You’re a nice guy. You’re a sweet guy. You treat all the girls you know so well. You really have the nature to be caring. Yes, I notice that I’m more special than the other girls and I know I should trust you but I usually get scared that there might be something more than what it seems. I just tell myself, “Nah, he’s just being himself,” but there’s still a voice at the back of my mind that keeps asking, “Is he being too sweet and caring?”
I hate the feeling of jealousy and insecurity. I mean, WTF, I shouldn’t really be feeling like this if you’ve convinced me that I’ll be the only one. I don’t know whose problem is it. Is it yours, for not saying the right thing? Or is it mine, for expecting more from you?