My Name is Kevin i write about how things feel. about people who showed up in my life for a while and left something behind. sometimes it hurts, sometimes it’s warm, but it’s all real. it’s just me trying to make sense of it all
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I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe no one will ever read it. Maybe it’s just for me. But there’s this feeling I can’t shake, this weight on my chest that’s been messing with my head. Sometimes you just need to let it out—to write it down so it doesn’t eat you alive.
From the very beginning, the moment we started hanging out, I felt something. I don’t even know what it was. Maybe it was her hair. Maybe it was the way she talked, or laughed, or just carried herself. Or maybe I’m just overthinking like some weirdo off Saturday Night Live. But whatever it was, she grabbed my attention and hasn’t let it go since.
She’s just… different. In the best way. She’s got this energy that makes everything feel lighter, better. And now I’m stuck here wondering how the hell I ended up liking someone this much. It doesn’t even make sense. But I do.
There was this moment—when we went to get tattooed together. I don’t even think she realized how much it meant to me. Being next to her, in that space, it felt warm. Not just physically, but in a way that settled something inside me. Like for once, I wasn’t overthinking or stressing about life. I was just there, next to her, and that was enough. Her presence had this calming effect, like the world slowed down a bit. And that’s rare. That’s not something you feel with just anyone.
And the crazy part? I want more. I want to take that next step. I want to see where this could go. But something’s stopping me. I don’t know if it’s fear or insecurity or just life being life, but I feel stuck. Like I’m holding myself back from something good because I’m scared of screwing it up.
Still, no matter what happens, I’m grateful. I’m grateful we had that time together. I missed her more than I thought I would. And that says a lot.
I guess all I can do now is hope. Hope God gives me a sign, or some clarity. Because deep down, I really do like her. And I just want to know if I’m supposed to go for it… or let it go.
ps; Thank you
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