I feel like I can't even hide it anymore, at least from me.
Time keeps passing and with it goes my sense of stability and my ability to contain whatever feelings I am developing. Question is, do I want to contain them?
What will happen if I keep with the pretending?
I still am counting time.
The time that's left until I see the real deal.
And I don't have much time to count. But for him I keep track.
