I wrote this to someone I think is special. They havent seen it yet.

This whole situation has made me anxious in a way that's been hard to manage. I want to start by saying that I'm sorry. I don't think it was best to bring up how I’ve been feeling lately that way. My feelings are hurt. Not because of anything you’ve done, but because of the situation. I feel like the wall you have up has given me an incredibly unfair stake in all this. I think you have an idea of what you think I want, but I've never really been given the floor to speak on that. Maybe I need more tact in my life. To hold things closer to my chest. That's not who I am. Yes, I like you, and yes, I want something from you, but I don't need anything from you. I feel what I can only describe as a special connection with you, which has made me throw logic to the wind. In no way was it part of my plan to start anything with someone who doesn’t live in LA, let alone lives in a city I’ve vowed to never live in again. However, with how easy it’s felt to be around you, it’s made me question how concrete my plans really are. The world's big and I don’t know everything. I don’t even know what I’m gonna do for dinner Tonight. I am in a place where it doesn’t take me long to pull out what I really want. What I want is to be close to you. I want to know what's going on in your life: the good, the bad, the ugly, and especially the funny. I want to be around long enough to only see you lose yourself in the things you love, not the things that stop you from feeling like yourself. I also want to show you things in my life, the things that I enjoy that make my life better, and maybe share those in a way that could maybe make yours better too. I simply wish for you to be someone I know. I know you think you’re not in the place for this, and that maybe you’re not the person you wanna be yet, but that doesn’t bother me. I often enjoy the car ride more than I do parking the car. Life’s about the journey, or whatever they say. There’s also a possibility that this is only special to me, and that's okay too; I just wish you’d let me know. 

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