something of this sort, but on the ground. my legs were shaking and you hand your arm rested against me. it kind of seemed like every moment we had were we were alone, sitting somewhere you couldn’t just do that. it was like we had to keep moving. talking was all you would allow yourself to do. Every time we got a little close you would stray away. I wish I could understand why you are so scared. you were honest with me , I appreciated that. But there were some things you should have kept to yourself. I am flattered to know that I mean a great deal to you, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or how I am supposed to feel now.