plans

Last night you asked me what I had planned for us. I could not answer you.

In the course of the last few weeks, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. It has come to a point where I cannot go through a day without thinking of you, and thinking of the things I would like to do with you.

I wonder if there could be more for us. At the very same time, I find myself deliberately pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind.

Perhaps I think too much.

Because of the circumstances that we are in, I fear that it could all end in disappointment. I fear that I would never see you again. I worry that you would never want to see me again. And I do not not how much of that I would be able to take.

Now that you have asked me, I will have to find you an answer.