Wait
"Wait a bit longer," I always say.
"Please be paitent," I continue.
But sometimes that means years without touch. And I mean it.
As much as I imagine being with you, I am scared when I am next to you.
I am scared to dissapoint you and that I cannot be what you waited for all these years.
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