#448.
Sometimes I get scared. Sometimes I get really fucking scared. We're reaching the six month mark soon and I'm finding it hard to remember what everything was like before we met. But that's beside the point.
What are we doing... We're defying so much to see each other, to be together, and as just-another-stupid-teenage-relationship as it sounds, I don't want you to ever have to leave me. But that's just it. You won't leave me. And I don't know if I'm ever going to want to leave you. But I know that there are things that can break us. Things that might find us, and will us not to be together. For me and you, it's different. To anyone else, it's different.

I don't know how I expect them to understand. I don't know how I expect anyone to understand. I think about it, and are we really going to be able to pull through? You say you hate it when I doubt us. But I hate that I can't just be open about this. I hate that there's so much deception in this. I love you, I really do. Nothing's going to change that, but I'm always going to have these moments of doubt. Because I'm pessimistic sometimes.

Shut the fuck up Tien. We are going to make it through. And if anything tries to stop us, I swear hun, I will give it my all, so that we can pull through. This is how I should be thinking.


Tacky, but relevant.

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