Why is it that telling someone you love them frightens them away like you've just threatened to plant a pipe bomb in their mailbox?
I'm terrified that when you graduate, you're going to grow up completely and pursue music, move off to Chicago or even Hollywood -- then you'll forget me. Or that all you'll remember about me is that I once blurted that I loved you in a bus parking lot. And the puddle-jumping and football games and rainy ballroom dancing won't have enough space in your head to survive.
I'm terrified that when you graduate, you're going to grow up completely and pursue music, move off to Chicago or even Hollywood -- then you'll forget me. Or that all you'll remember about me is that I once blurted that I loved you in a bus parking lot. And the puddle-jumping and football games and rainy ballroom dancing won't have enough space in your head to survive.
