oh you have no idea.. what happens.. but.. i always tell myself, whatever is happening to me, there is always something worse..
nothing makes sense anymore..
im being bashed in all directions, like a great white flopping his meal around and thrashing it and man-handling it.. and yet im not dead. cause there is this hope. that has happened before, i choose to believe it will happen again, someday..
but until then, i suffer in silence.. and you keep me alive.
every beautiful memory, is a stake to the heart. every happy thought.. it's just so damn excruciating..
i really really really really wish that i was told where i went wrong, that way, i could reassure you i would do something abt it.
"lets take it real slow, cause im afraid to lose you" i doubt you remember..how this sentence affected you. i didnt say i wouldnt hurt you, but i promise ill stay through..
whenever youre ready. i promise ill do better, but you must tell me what im doing wrongly, if not, how would i know if im hurting you.if youre willing ill be waiting.
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