Sticky situations for the win, need advice.
Sometimes I can’t breathe thinking about you. Have you ever heard someone tell you that I go completely silent when you’re brought up? Or how about that every little thing you do causes an outburst of random emotion from me? Sometimes I can feel you, see you, hear you. It’s that damn smile and your freaking gorgeous eyes. It’s the way you can tell when I’m thinking about something or call me out when I won’t make eye contact. It’s the way you conveniently show up every time something goes incredibly wrong. It’s the way we are so comfortable around each other. It can be 3 days or 3 months and nothing is ever awkward. It’s this feeling we keep bringing back to each other. I swear if I was strong enough I’d let you go, but for some reason we always end up working our way back into each other’s lives. Now tell me what that’s supposed to mean.
I was doing so well, then bam. You parked across the street.
