No, we’re not dating.
We don’t even know our status.
But seeing someone getting closer to you makes me jealous.
No, we don’t know what’s “this”, but I know you’re special to me, and these moments we have matter to me. I’m so disappointed that I get too attached, too much, and I expect you to be the same.
But then again, I’m new to this “thing” going on between us, and I don’t know when and what’s my limit, your limit. I am just human, yes I’m using this excuse, because you, too, have shortcomings, and we both understand how challenging and difficult this seems to us.
It’s not love yet, I guess. I still have a lot of chapters to read about your life. You still have to read more volumes of mine. But I need you, because you’re special, you matter, and somewhere in between moments, I think of how you are at the moment, where you are, are you heading home, and all these worries I should not be dwelling upon.
It’s weird, but I like it. Maybe.
“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.'” – Erich Fromm