I'm going to be sensible about this. I'm not a lovesick teenager.

I don't look it, but it's time to act like I'm 27. Because I am. I'll likely never grow up properly. I'll always love toys that 'do stuff' and gadgets and games and the like.

But if my mother were to give me any advice right now, it would be that it is time to be an adult. To be a woman with a bit of oomph. To be as strong as she raised me to be.

I am so afraid. I can admit that. I've never known anyone like you before. Ever. You don't have to be doing anything amazingly interesting to hold my attention. You don't have to 'be' any certain way. You just being you, somehow I find it captivating. Because you're you.

I know you don't think you're worth it. I will give you chance after chance, beyond what you deserve. Because I think you're brilliant and I love you.

I miss being near you. Turning over when I sleep and your warm and cuddly cuddles being there on the other side.

I keep thinking about that last time we were asleep together. It was so nice. I loved falling asleep in your arms.

It doesn't sound important. And its not everything. But it is a hell of a lot to lose.

I am afraid.

Pearson.x