You woke up
and caught me.
I didn't do anything.
I was about to,
but I didn't because of you.
Thank you.
I still feel horrible,
but you're holding me in your arms,
you're playing with my hair,
and kissing me.
You keep saying it'll be okay,
and I want to believe you.
I'll try to believe you.
You made me promise
to tell you whenever I felt bad,
to come find you whenever I needed you.
You told me that we would get through this.
Together.
I'm going to believe you, Dan.
I trust you.
I will be okay.
YOU ARE READING
late night thoughts ;; phan
FanfictionYou asked me if I was okay. I said yes. Why did I say yes, Dan?