stuck...

I am too young to be in love.

I am too immature to be dating.

I don't really know what I'm getting myself into.

No.

I am in love.

I am mature.

I know exactly what I'm getting myself into.

I know my Ryan.

I know his strengths.

I know his insecurities.

I know he struggles with anger.

I know he's allergic to fire ants.

I know his hugs.

I know his family.

I know he hates chocolate.

I know he has asthma.

I know he can pick me up.

I know his ears are really soft.

I know how he thinks.

I know every line in his irises.

I know he loves Dr. Pepper.

I know how to make him feel better.

I know what makes him snap.

I know he loves me.

I know my Ryan.

But still you tell me I'm too young to be in love.

But still you tell me I'm too immature to be dating.

But still you tell me I don't know what I'm getting myself into.

You are in charge.

So I am not allowed to be in love.

So I am not allowed to date.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of waiting.

I'm tired of writing.

I'm tired of just talking.

I just want to be with Ryan.

A step towards him, a step away from you.

A step towards you, a step away from him.

I'm stuck.