I don’t understand what you’re doing. I don’t understand what you’re feeling. And I don’t understand what you’re thinking. I don’t understand, period.
You have sudden outbursts, of what I think is love. You mention my name and kiss my forehead.
But I don’t know.
The way I trust. It’s strange.
It’s a different type of trust. Almost innate.
You hold me and I feel safe. My guard completely down. You touch me and I don’t feel threatened. I trust your touch, your feel, anything you do. It’s not even sexual, it’s home. I’m safe.
But I’m not. I know I’m not. And I should stop. But I’m tired of repressing. And I know you are too.
Not sure what to do…