Raw

It's two in the morning and all I can think is I wish you were here.
So that I may act on the urge to leave my comfort zone and not be comfortable.
To actually feel pleasure.
He's opened doors that I never imagined would be open.
Strange desires to actually feel something.
To do things.

It's two in the morning and he's being sweet.
I cry because I know it's honest.
I cry because it's raw honesty.
Something I have never experienced.
Because for once someone cares about me.
Truly cares.