fear, miles, hugs and kisses

we’re five thousand miles apart, yet i’m afraid i’ll run to you with the same speed as when i was just a hundred miles away

i’m afraid that i’ll hug you with more bone-crushing strength than you’d ever expect from a girl of my size. but then, no girl of any size loves you as much as i do

i’m afraid that my embrace will betray stubborn remnants of a love that never left; that i’ll hold you a little too long, and a little too tight, like you were mine again

i’m afraid that when i smile at you, you’ll smile back, laugh that silly laugh of yours and resurrect that flux of butterflies in my stomach i thought were gone

i’m afraid i’ll kiss you, and you’ll kiss me back. and how perfect it will feel will be the sign that we’re fucked all over again


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