dear steph,
we're almost done packing. we're leaving the house very soon. i'm currently sitting on the bathroom floor and writing this letter.
i've always said "i love you" in these letters as a way of summing up how i felt. i never really meant it- i was just kind of throwing the word around.
but now, i'm not so sure.
love is a big word, and i tend to use it in different tenses than real, actual love.
but i think i might be coming to the conclusion that the love i feel for you is different this time.
i think i might really- like deadass- be in love with you.
i need time to think, though.
i'm confused and you're knocking on the door to check if i'm alright,
colbear (according to you.)
