It seems I'm asking you impossible things. Sometimes I wonder if you should just give up on me because this needy and clingy part of me is showing. You're too far away for me to run to when it's been a rough day. You're broken too and I'm coming to terms at how broken I really am. And I'm understanding why he left, and I'm scared you're going to leave just like he did. Because I know it's impossible. You and I. I know one day everything will come crashing down and our love will be nothing more than past messages and empty promises and daydreams. And I, will recede inside myself, building my walls back up stronger than before and masking the pain with some kind of drug. And you, I made my promise to you that I'd always watch out for you even when you stopped loving me. Because I know that day will come when you realize I'm not enough. I'm asking such impossible things of you, for you to be here with me when you're all the way across the country and I'm here. We both have ambitions and goals, love can come later. Our dreams will destroy us and our dreams will destroy our love. Such impossible things we ask.
