We sit on the couch, passing the night by watching scary movies. I laugh when you startle and press into your side of the couch, trying to escape the danger on the screen. I wake up, wondering why I'm on the couch, at what point did I fall asleep during the movie, why you're right there next to me instead of on the other side of the couch like I last remembered.
You go home but you text me. I reply, thinking little of anything. You send a text that looks as if it's intended for someone else, something about having had fun the previous night and thinking you like me a little more than what friendship entails. I play stupid because it's easier than getting into a talk about feelings and the lead up to the start of a relationship. It doesn't work; we still get to that talk anyway.
We date. It goes well, I feel like it's pretty good. You say you feel the same way. That is, until a month into the relationship. You tell me you're scared, you can't place why, you feel messed up for