how'd i move up the stairs so quickly; must've been a lot of nosings

it was hard, at first, obviously.
i woke up yesterday morning and this morning and thought: "i care about you."

and that's the bottom print.
i think because you were so honest with me, so quickly, and you never do anything you say you won't, that i trusted you so quickly. and neither of us broke the other's trust--obviously pedaled the metal, but wore the tires practically bald when we slammed on the brakes. bald tires: and maybe that's why i feel like you're hesitating a bit with me--i'm not sure what you're hesitant about, but it could be because we have to go back to go, without collecting two hundred bones.

i won't even say that i'm waiting for you, though my heart will still be here should you decide it's the right time, if you decide so. but know that i trust you, and i hope you trust me, and i care about you. i'll let you get hurt when you need to, but i'll be right. THERE. when it hurts too much. plainly put; there's no poetic way i can describe it to you without coming off all end-of-the-romantic-comedy-esque.

just so you know. i'm here. and i'm fine being here. it's no great struggle. you broke it down for me, and i know what you want, and you know what i want, which is something i never got with him. i hope that you trust me, and that you care about me in the same way, and that's all i could ask for, and that's all i want.

that must be all i'm trying to say, because this vinyl's wearing out. the grooves are nearly worn through to the other side.

-d