Sharp

I'm still uncomfortable with us. I have to swallow the bitter taste in my mouth after we talk, after I say "I love you, too."It's still hard for me. I don't want you to feel like I don't love you, because I do, so I try not to bring it up. But that's really hard for me, too.
I want to smile for you.
I want to laugh for you.
I want you to forgive yourself, even though I haven't forgiven you yet. I will, I just haven't yet, and I might not until I see you.
You're just too good to be true... So the fact that I was sharing you for a while without me knowing about it scares me, because as I hold on to you, I, in reality, don't even have a grip...

I had a dream the other night. She isn't in my dreams any more, it's just me and you. Only I asked you why you love me and you did two things. You corrected me--loveD*, not love. And you couldn't give me an answer. You said you had no idea...
This is why I haven't been sleeping.

I've been happier recently. I'm out of the hole. It was scary, but it put my limited happiness in perspective.

You're the only person sharp enough to sharpen me.

I choose you, Flyer. I'll choose you over and over again. I'll choose you every morning when I wake up and every night as I fall asleep.
I'll choose you every day of my life, if you'll choose me, too.

-Beaskie