What if finding the love of your life, meant changing the life that
you loved?
My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortable with the idea
of being lonely for the rest of my life
Your memory is a way of holding on to what you are, what you love,
and what you never want to lose.
As you walk away I see the fire in your eyes and I can hear the
laughter in your voice, as you watch my heart break. And I'm
frozen. I can't find the words to tell you that I hate you. I can't
tell you how I wish you would just leave my life forever. And I
can't tell you how much I hope she hurts you. So instead I tell you
I love you. Hoping that the fire in your eyes dies down, and the
laughter in your voice becomes tears in your eyes, and you turn
around and unbreak my heart. Only to realize that wishes often
don't come true, and hearts are more often then not, broken. And I
stand there and watch you walk away.