I'm scared. It's the first time in a long time I felt something so raw. Its that fear that just sits at the bottom of your stomach, waiting for that opportune moment when nothing will happen, therefore since nothing will happen I'll beat myself up for it afterwards.
I'm scared to see you. I'm scared of what you think. I'm scared I'll do the wrong thing. I'm scared I won't do anything. I'm scared that something might happen between us. I'm mostly scared that you'll have moved on and be like every other boy who just happens to get a case of amnesia and forgets everything.
Slowly, painfully, I'm trying to release the butterflies in my stomach. They're killig me, making me overthink everything, mainly they're just making me remember things.
That's when the black outs happen.
All I feel is your arms wrapped around me. It's been too long.
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