I’m not going to pretend that we’ll last forever or that you’re the one. But this is me, this is all that I have, and I’m going to love you with every bit of me as long as I can.
There will be times that I won’t understand a lot of things (even myself), but I’m going to be patient with you. And you need to be patient with me too.
You will need a lot of courage and strength to really work things out with me, but you should know that I’m going to fight really hard to keep you and us in tack.
As long as you love me, stay. There’s no need to pretend. When it hurts, get mad at me and cry. Then we’ll talk and fix things. Don’t do anything that would devastate us both.
We’ll be fine.
I may not cry over books or movies as much because I’ve been through a lot and I’ve learned to save my tears for the really heartbreaking ones.
One day I’m going to back read all these posts and laugh at how stupid and immature I was. But I’m still going to be the same old girl with her scared and scarred heart.
Somehow I’m still the girl who is overly possessive, gets easily jealous, and loses trust so quickly. I can also get too clingy and annoying sometimes. I’m just not that easy to be with.
I always wanted to rush things, maybe because I want everything to be defined as fast as it started. But I guess that’s why I got the wrong ones.
Sometimes I hold things back because I’m afraid I might scare you of how fragile I am. But I hope I tell you enough of how I feel for you to stay.