Being with Amelia has been one word - frightening. Not in a horror kind of way frightening where you feel like you’re going to die as a masked murderer is getting closer and closer, or where you step wrong and you think you’re going to fall off. No, that that kind of frightening. This might be worse.
Being with Amelia has been frightening in a way that the more we hung out together, the more we talked, went out, and spent almost everyday together, I started to become more frightened that I was getting closer with her and more distant with Luna.
But wasn’t that the point of all of this? To let myself get comfortable with someone else so that I wouldn’t have to keep moping around and hanging on to the impossible thought that was Luna and I?
It’s been quite some time since that night at
