Adulting

I sit here just waiting for a response hours on end. Hoping and praying that you are ok, but preparing for the worst possible outcome. I don't know how but you found the way to my heart; you seem so amazing, but then my flight or fight instinct kicks in. Secluding my thoughts and my feelings, until I can learn your true intentions. Late at night, my wrist notifies me that it is you trying to reacch me. I open trying to find the right response; as I am typing to your previous messages I ignore the rest until I compose the message that I know nothing of the reprecutions. Finally finished, the message makes its journey to you and you read it. Heart pounding, sad, scared but content with life at the moment. So excited that you will finally learn my true feelings, I lay in bed waiting for a response. Goodness this is the true defenition of adulting.