I have a pulse when I think of you; when I speak to you or receive a text message. My pulse is uneasy, and whether that is a positive or negative thing depends upon whether or not I am in a state of novelty. Nevertheless, I feel emotions that scare me when I’m with you.
With you, I am cautious, unsteady, vulnerable, unsafe, and on edge.
I am irrational and wonder if I am enough.
I am insecure.
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