autumn nights

Suddenly, a memory. My hands are cold and he warms them. It's late, we're walking through town.

He makes me happy. Being with him, I'm happy.

And I like being happy. And I like being with him.

I just wish I could stop being scared.

Cleaning my room, blogging, it's just ways to try to work through my messy mind. Organize my thoughts. And the more I tidy my mind and my room the more it feels like happy is something good. And the more I think about that the happier I feel.

I don't think I can let him get away.