I’m not sure you’re that lucky. ;3
When I lost you I lost myself. When you tried to leave I went crazy. When you didn’t want me my whole being reacted. My emotions hit overdrive. My mind raced. When you tore me down I only wanted to please you that much more. You were a drug I had overdosed on long ago. When it was really over I had no choice but to suffer withdrawal. I am still suffering.
My past always comes back to haunt me.
At the worst times, too.
I don’t think I ever wanna fall in love again. I’d rather just be comfortable and content with someone. Be happy but without giving them all of myself. I think it’d be a good way to live. Love is the best but it always ends so it actually turns out to be crippling, who needs that?