Tumbling weeds

It's hard to trust someone new when everything around you is like tumbling weeds... they roll at the slightest breeze, then what you thought was real, just fades away, and only memories linger. Then no more.

Can you just stay the same, like how you are now? Forever? Then I can let you in... forever... because there are many things my feeble mind construe but I cannot say, because it is not yet the right season. But I wish for you to stay long enough so that you may understand... deeper.

"Love is not a sprint, it's a marathon, that ends when she falls in love with you.. or hits you with the pepper spray..."