You do not share my fond memories of us.
That makes me unsure.
Hurtful.
I'm holding onto you tighter, so that you won't leave me again.
I hate this feeling of needing constant assurance.
I wish I could trust easily.
Trust
You do not share my fond memories of us.
That makes me unsure.
Hurtful.
I'm holding onto you tighter, so that you won't leave me again.
I hate this feeling of needing constant assurance.
I wish I could trust easily.