Maybe

Maybe you could hold me when I feel alone. Maybe you could keep me close when I'm on the verge of tears. Maybe you could share happy moments with me, too. And maybe you could make me giggle. Maybe you could rumple my hair and laugh at me and kiss me just because. Maybe we could have long talks by the fire. Maybe we could share a sleeping bag and go camping alone in the cold. Maybe you could teach me to dance. Maybe you could sing to me. Maybe you could talk to me all night long while I watch your lips move and your chest rise with your breath. Maybe you're perfect for me. And maybe your optimism brightens my spirits when I see you smile. Maybe, just maybe, you could change me. Fix me. Make me something new. Maybe you could make me better. You already make me better. And maybe my heart that I kept safe in a block of ice is starting to thaw, and maybe I'm falling for you. I am falling for you. Hard. And maybe I'm scared. I'm terrified. And I love it. I love that I think I may love you. I love that you care for me. I love it. Love everything. And I'm so scared, because someone like me does not deserve to be with someone like you. Someone like me does not know quite how to love. Or how to be loved. Maybe you could remind me. Teach me. Help me remember. Let me love you. Maybe this is all going to be just perfect. Because maybe you love me too.

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Just a quick blog to get the sappy feelings out. Thanks for reading this garbage. I just had to share.