Sometimes I stop and think about those times I catch him looking at me with that little amused smirk and that warmth in his eyes and I melt just a little. There’s something telling in the way someone looks at us when we aren’t looking back at them.
I fall too fast. I love too hard. I believe too quickly. I care too much. I trust too easily. My heart is too open to others and I’m too easily wounded. This is my downfall. I love too well.