relationships
Chaos
A quiet argument with the fear that follows an unexpectedly comforting connection.
Is she chaotic?
No. She’s not. I don’t know how to describe her though. She feels so homely. Is that even a word? I feel at ease with her. I’ve felt this way before but to feel that comfort again out of nowhere in a random encounter feels so weird.
Should I?
I don’t really know. I’m torn between two options. What if she’s not that into me. I don’t want to stop feeling this. But then again to have it around you at all times seems like a fair trade-off. Why is it so hard to make decisions when it involves myself?