Talking to you like this helps. That's... another thing I keep feeling. Despite the worst parts of it, sitting you with alone together and talking clears my head. It makes me feel like these rooftops are a space that's just ours.
That might be delusional or stupid, I don't know. I'm worried—frightened, to be honest, and second guessin' everything all the damn time. But there's a comfort in being beside you and just... sharing these things.
I also feel guilty for feeling that way, though, and worse for saying it. It's the emotional manipulation thing, like I'm doing damage and being selfish by feeling it and saying it.
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Talking to you like this helps. That's... another thing I keep feeling. Despite the worst parts of it, sitting you with alone together and talking clears my head. It makes me feel like these rooftops are a space that's just ours.
That might be delusional or stupid, I don't know. I'm worried—frightened, to be honest, and second guessin' everything all the damn time. But there's a comfort in being beside you and just... sharing these things.
I also feel guilty for feeling that way, though, and worse for saying it. It's the emotional manipulation thing, like I'm doing damage and being selfish by feeling it and saying it.