There hasn't been a day I stopped and gave less than my all.
I have never stopped loving you.
And it's painful, sometimes.
Especially when:
You seem like you picked me over him.
For a while.
And then him over me again.
I so badly want to wait.
And I know I can.
But.
How do I at least get an answer,
To this waiting game?
I'm not tired of chasing you.
I never will be.
But I'm just tired of uncertainties because:
My insecurities kill me a little more inside when,
You are with him, and not with me, where you should be,
And I'm scared.
That even when you, one day, become mine...
That our love wouldn't be as strong and pure anymore.
If only because I grew used to the fact that,
One day I may lose you,
And that thought doesn't scare me that much anymore.
Am I moving on and letting go?
Or is this just a greater form of love?
One which is willing to let go so as not to tie you down,
And hurt you more?
Because I am so very afraid...
Afraid that...
The most important girl in my world would end up to be just...
Another girl...
I wish the magic would return to the good old days.
And just the thought of losing you tears me apart,
Into a million pieces.
But a part of me already accepted that,
We could never be.