Hold on.

How do I explain it?

I can't.
It's this fragile little thing and I feel like if I breathe too hard, it'll break.
Shatter.  

Sometimes, I want to live in this moment forever.

That way, I'll know and I can stop being a mess.
I can stop trying to decide because it's taking a toll on me.

My brain hurts.
No, my heart hurts.
No, I don't know anymore.

Sometimes, I feel like you know me better than I know me.

And that scares me.