I want to love someone like you love me.
So pure and innocent.
So genuine.
I see it in your eyes.
You'd do anything, but I'll never use you.
Wish I could have cared more.
That's why I don't come running back.
Not because I don't care, but because I don't want to keep hurting you.
I need to figure out what I am doing.
Who I am.
I need to grow a bit more.
I care about you.
A part of me probably always will.
Maybe we'll have a future,
And if it's meant to be, it will happen.
In its own time.
I cannot keep reminding you that.