And I am already making things up about you, you know? Dreaming that you will make me wait to kiss you. That you will be every bit as uncatchable in 20 years as you are now.

I am imagining that you are terrible for me in all the right ways. You are reckless, you are a bandit. I want to love you because I don’t need to, I want to love you because you hurt me. You think I am attractive and interesting, you want someone to run with you, you don’t want to slow down.

I am terrified because I can understand you but I can’t be what you are. I want you to show me how. I want to worry about you and to hate the things you do.

I have learned that endings are short, but journeys are long. I don’t want you to always be mine. I want you to have doubts. To be a deer, aware of something besides itself. If it means I have to follow your trail constantly, to rise to each new challenge, I will be a better man for it.