Caramel, Syrup, Honey, and Sugar

It sounds dumb, but meeting you was like looking in a mirror and having my soul (at its most alive) stare back. It was terrifying because I knew that if you ever hurt me i would be *devastated**. I think I met you as a sign, as an alarm. You woke me up; showed me the light because you're an angel.

Maybe that makes it okay that we'll never speak again, but I still don't want that to happen. Please talk to me.

Or don't. I don't want you to if you don't want to because I want you to be happy. I'm forcing out all my doubts and anxieties right now and allowing myself to indulge the true feelings from my heart. Which is that, whether or not I'm special to you, you're special to me.

Do you know how hard that is to admit?