Is it too soon?

I'm falling... I'm falling too hard and too fast to catch myself. This guy... That guy is sooo

beautiful to me. Maybe not visibiliy wise but his heart and soul is crafted just right. His words...

His words make my stomach flutter and my insides melt like chocolate. He treats me so

angelic and gentle. His name makes me float and his love is a drug. His kisses are so sweet.

The time he unconditionally gives, makes me feel special. When I'm sober off his love.. 

I can't function and I feel empty. Morally I know loving him is wrong but mentally I value

him. I value every single moment we have. When he speaks, I fein more for his wisdom 

which is merely unexceptable. Imagining that I'll ever lose him is unbearable amd hurts 

me to the core. I'd rather he lie to me than tell me the truth because the truth will only hurt me. Then again...

If he lies, that means my whole life will be fabricated. Why would I even imagine him like that?

Maybe because being honest to myself would be wayy better than trying to build on a lie.

Would that make me insecure because I can't trust? Or wise because i'm being cautious?

It might be true that I'm a little insecure because I'm brains with no beauty. I will cautiously guard my pure heart.

I'll make sure it's not broken and tooken for granted.

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