I’m burning out from more of the same. I said I would take it slow but the closer you come physically the more things spin out of control. I say things that give me away and then contradict myself the next second. I confuse myself and you and everyone. I love sitting next to you and basking in your presence, but it turns out, after a while, it gets exhausting sitting in the same spot. I wish we could talk more. I wish we could get to know each other better. The attraction is unmistakable but we’re too guarded to get emotionally close, and too giddy about the physical closeness to care.