what about him that you like?

I liked how we became close each time we saw each other.

is he even interested in you?

maybe? i don't know; what matters is I'm interested in him.

"maybe i'm playing fire with fire,
i'm risking for a devalued nothing;
i'm exerting my genuine self . . .
but why isn't enough?

"i want to call him my home,
i want to be with him, forever to eternity;
why is he not meeting me halfway?
do I look like a desperate fool?
someone who thirsts like a wild hog?

"I ... don't really know what to do.

"he's cute and kindhearted,
he said we should be in between . . .
if I wanted us to even ignite.
i understand his trauma scars and bandages;
but what about the thing we even started?

"do i even need to waver and surrender?
my guts are telling me he is good to me...
or am I deluding myself about the version of it?
help, i'm on a . . .ship, scrambling this situation—"

you're playing a dangerous game . . . are you willing to be in pain later on?

i'm more than ready—i just want to experience whatever this is in the most natural way possible.