I did the thing you didn’t want

I didn’t know how it happened, I don’t know why. But. I like you. Hell if I think about it its more than that but, J I think you’re the scariest most adorable person I know so far, yes you’re sassy but I don’t care I think it’s helluvalot cute, you’re cranky but you’re also one of the most genuine people out there, I think you’re beautiful even if you don’t I do. I swear it, sexy? Hell yes. You have bad days, I don’t care. I accept that you have them, heck I have them too. But I don’t have the guts to tell you any of this, because I really don’t want to lose you, a lot of times I just wanna say I l*** you but just the thought of not seeing that sassy eye roll of yours or never hearing your banter… I can’t. A lot of times I wanna hold your face and kiss you even when you pout but I’m scared doing any of those things might be the last thing to happen before losing you. I ask myself what’s the worse thing that can happen if I confess these things to you, then I get the answer when I look at you. Losing You. I don’t know how much time I have left to hang with you even if it were just one more and losing that over telling you, I’m a coward. I’ll be here for whatever you need, however you need me. I’m happy to be there for you. Seeing you makes me happy. Hearing from you makes me happy. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be something to pressure you for anything else. You make me happy. Just you.