that uneasy feeling when you’ve become so close to someone that you practically don’t know what it would be like to lose them.
that subtle note to yourself saying how you’ve got it bad. real bad.
that uncertainty before you go to bed, asking yourself the reason as to why you’re still wide awake- whether it’s something or a someone.
it’s moments like these when you get caught up and realize that maybe, just maybe, you knew the answers to the questions you’ve been asking yourself.
but deep down, you know not to fight the feeling because as great as it may be, every decision means risking something.
and in this matter, you would never risk losing that beautiful thing… even if it meant that you had to just slowly live with the thoughts in your mind.