Done.

"Promise me you'll never forget me, because if I thought you would I'd never leave."

-Winnie the Pooh

Nervous.

So but then what if...? And will I...? And is this...? And does he...?

I guess this is why it feels more natural to just chill out outwardly as it eats me inside.
A bruise? It's funny. It's that kind of painful where it almost feels like muscle soreness, but it stings just a little too much to feel good.
Stomach flips-just a glance at a word or a face.
The nails have some time... but if it doesn't work this time, it will be on to red, and purple won't have fulfilled the hopes associated with it.
And I'm not going to say anything. Unfortunately. Goodnight though.