I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. To showcase my true identity of who I am to be written completely everywhere. No one has ever known my name even, especially a girl who I consider more than a friend to me. The hesitation in me is very overwhelming yet exciting to finally be vulnerable enough to wear my heart on my sleeve for someone who has stolen my heart. “Just tell her already” my inner consciousness is practically screaming at me. What if…” no ‘what if’ just tell her you have to cross this metaphorical finish line into something worth obtaining. “Okay here goes nothing” I really like you’re name, Hannah goes perfectly with my name, it isn’t Poseidon that’s just the surname I use for protection of societies demons to self destruct or mislead and judge who you really are. “Okay, what are you doing now?” *coughs awkwardly* my name is uh uh uh Dean no uhoh uh uh, spit it out already. Ok. It’s justindeanyates no it’s Justin and I want the pleasure of making you mine. So… of course I’m yours dummy you were mine the second you looked into my eyes and said my identity of ‘Hannah’ truly with all your heart. Let’s go on these adventures and protect all that should be right in this world! Touché. It’s us against them. Period.