It's 11:23
I'm still awake
And I'm thinking about you.


You're not what I expected, to say the least.
You didn't get mad when I yelled.
You just gave me space.
I like you.
I really like you.
And it scares me.


As soon as I admit that to myself,
I set up 1,002 opportunities for myself to get hurt,
553 ways I can lose control,
150 reasons to worry everyday,
7 more girls to be jealous of,
and 1 situation in which I get my heart broken.

Maybe it's worth it. ♥