Do I have feelings for Ayla? Hell yes.
Do I want to spend the rest of my life with her and have babies? I have no fuckin' clue.
I'm only eighteen for f**k's sake. I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow, let alone five years from now.
This takes me back to the night out on her porch months ago where I hid under the ruse of wanting to buy drugs from Ayla just so I could see her because of my nightmares.
How far we've come. The nightmares occasionally comes back but not the usual every night occurrence. It did help that Ayla's beside me when I wake up. She looked just like an angel who warded off all the bad s**t that come into our lives. I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of her just yet.
Christ. I'm not sure if Ayla's the one who should be scared of becoming so attached to me
