Ugh, this feeling.

I’ve suddenly gotten it. The feeling of  “oh shit, what if this ends?”. It can’t. It’s too good to end. These kind of things don’t last forever, so what am I doing! Everytime he leaves I watch him drive away until I can’t see his car any longer. I fall asleep in his jacket just because I know he once wore it and it smells like him. I know it’s silly to think about the future and “you’ve gotta live in the moment”, but seriously! This is a scary feeling.