Killing You. ~Ben Bruce~

I love him. 

Though love is so cliche. But, I do. 

More than anything. 

And that's why I ran.

I was scared. 

Scared of loving him.

Scared of feeling.

Scared of getting too close, and letting my walls down.

Scared of the future.

So I ran.

I left him in the middle of the night and never went back.

Though I wish I would have. Because I miss him more than anything.

I miss them all. 

Sam.

Cameron.

Danny,

James.

And Ben.

My boys.

My everything. 

My family.

But, I left.

They probably hate me.

I hate me.

But, that's why I'm here. To go back to them.

To make things right.

To find him and tell him how sorry I am.

To tell him how much I love him. 

How much I love all of them. 

And hopefully they still love me too. 

Hopefully. 

But not likely.

I just hope he they haven't forgotten me.

Or worse.

I hope he hasn't moved on.

I wouldn't blame him if he did, I left.

I would probably move on if it happened to me.

But I still have hope.

Not much, but a little.

Anything? No? Okay.....