I think I love you.
Oh, really?
I think so.
Why are you telling me this?
Because I want to apologize.
For what?
Loving you.
Why would you apologize for that?
Because I love you.
What's wrong with you loving me?
I'm terrifying.
You don't look scary.
I hurt people.
Well I'm quite healthy at the moment. Not a scratch.
I'm a mistake.
You have purpose.
I'm a monster.
You think so? Because I don't. I think you're great. Someone I would fall in love with. You're a hero and a life savor. More importantly, you're a survivor.
…
Hey, you know what?
What?
I think I love you too.
Are you sure?
Positive.
MEHHHH. Okay so, I really want to write a book, but I'm so critical with my self. Every time I write, I just criticize myself. That's probably why I don't post often. Anyways, I guess this is like Please allow me, which is one of my other fanfics so if you haven't read it please do, but I kind of got an idea and wrote this. The whole thing is really stupid and not that well written. But I thought I would post it anyways. I'm really in a gay-solangelo mood right now. It happens when I stumble upon good fanfictions ._.
Xoxo -Lynn