I’m awkward like that. There are two possible outcomes when you go all cheesy on me: One, I let out an awkward laugh followed by a comeback along the lines of “Ew, that’s so cheesy”; or two, shrug it off and steer the conversation in a different direction. If anything, I avoid being too fruity and sweet because I don’t want to be too vulnerable. I’m afraid of saying too much, doing too much, feeling too much, exposing too much.
But then you tell me something really cheesy like your whole “I’d-really-like-to-keep-you-forever-if-that’s-okay” speech, and I practically find myself in a comatose state.
I really want to say something but for some reason, I still choke. I still don’t know what I’m supposed to say or what I’m supposed to do. It’s slightly frustrating because you definitely deserve better, but I’d try anyway. I’d go on rambling about how unbelievably happy I am, how amazing you are or how you’ve given me so much more than I could ever hope for. I could go on rambling about the same things again and again, despite the fear that you’ll get sick of me saying the same shit a million times over.
I’d gladly take that risk. Why?
Because I want to. Because I love you. Because if you’d let me, I’d like to keep you too.
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