Battles.

I already feel as if I am in love with you. I just can't tell you that. That would be, well, mad. You'd paint me as the type of person to fall in love easily. You'd color me as the type to throw love around, but I have never loved another as I love you at this very moment. It is so hard to see how you mean so much to me, and at this time you probably shouldn't. Though, I cannot help what I am feeling, and I know what I am feeling. I feel as if my heart is just waiting for the rest of me to catch up. It's in constant battle with my brain over whether I should tell you how I am feeling, or just take things really slow. I am, in fact, still afraid that you won't feel the same, so this time my brain wins. The battle is over for now.