I’ve never been so conflicted. Things could be so incredibly great, or it could just as easily come crashing down. I’ve always been a passionate person, and it’s usually been to my benefit. However, I am severely seeing the possibility of a detrimental side of this. I can’t remember the last time my feelings were this intense about another person. Everything just seems to make sense now. As if I’ve been missing out on this one thing that I never really understood, or even knew of its existence, and now... now it just seems so clear. The phrase "timing is everything" has never been so crucial to me as it is right now. The worst part is that it’s not up to me. I’m already out there. I’m invested. I just have to grab on and hope for the best. I’m terrified - not of getting hurt, of missing out on something that could be so great and being filled of regret. Of being left, wondering "what if?" Life is too short for these worries. But I can do nothing. I just have to hope. It’s amazing how hope can be so meaningful and crucial, yet at the same time seems so futile.

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Come What May

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day i’m loving you more than this
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there’s no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Be careful. As you are, I am one and the same. I've been hurt. I hope he is honest and not playing with you. I wish you the best.