I am terrified, excited, vulnerable and happy
All at the same time
He planted his lips on mine
And told me I smelled good
It seems like we are on a fast ride
But he insists the feeling's there
I still smell him on my fingertips
I still remember looking at his side view
And the fear
Stems from me being unable to love myself wholeheartedly
How then, can someone love me
Without regretting halfway?
x, xh
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