my persons, my words.

You make me nervous. I wrote you an email because I care, and because I love, and well, all the while I was writing, I was shaking. Then you spoke to me, and my heart started to race, and the anxiety just grew. And now we’re still talking, and I can’t stop shaking. These are just the things you do to me.

And all in all, I just probably found out that night didn’t mean shit to you. 

I just needed to get it out.