And the last few days, they've been danger. That fresh air... it could make me fall in love, and I'm certainly not ready for that. I could easily fall for the wrong things, and it would take me until the spring to figure out.
I want slow and steady, I want to know I actually care, that this actually matters, is something I want and not something I fell into. I want not to have that ambivalence about it, I want only to feel one way and not the other.
Of course, the things you want are never the things you get.
This could get rocky.
