i don't even know what this is. but hugging you is my favourite form of comfort. talking with you is how my favourite conversations are made. seeing you is the best part of my day. you say i do know what this is. i'll keep playing dumb. i'll keep holding your hand and making you smile. some days these little things are what keep me going. you say we don't need to label this. no pressure. we both know what this is. there's trust and exclusivity. i have your spare key and you always cook an extra serving for me. it's sweet and it's innocent and dare i say it... it seems a lot like love.
being sensitive isn't bad with you. it's like i'm reprogramming my brain. slowly relearning how to express things that hurt. i don't need to brush them aside or grow a thicker skin. with you it's perfectly fine to feel deeply. fine to feel upset. fine to feel how i feel. i don't need to suppress or mask my words with a joke with you. for that i'm thankful.