I’m scared of you. When people talk, they talk. What they say may not be true, but it doesn’t matter. They can’t just make it up by themselves; it has to come from [ somewhere ]. The truth. So, I was falling in love with you. And I don’t know if you were really in love with me, or you just claimed to be. But I was. And I was scared of you because if I had given it all to you, given MY all to you and you walked away after that, I would have dxixexd. Although you had done this many times before, you kept saying I was different. I almost believed you. You had me star★struck, like you were my world. I had no idea it would end so suddenly, or soon. But now, I’m so beyond glad that you’re gone.