We used to talk.
All the time.
But that changed.
And it made me cry.
It also made me realize some things.
Things I have to keep to myself.
Because in my heart I know.
I'm not worthy.
And that if we'd get together.
It'd be the end.
I feel worthless without you.
I need you.
Without you.
I'd probably be dead.
Or worse off than I am now.
But it doesn't matter.
It won't happen.
And i realize that.
But I still have hope.
But why?
It just gets destroyed.
You know stuff about me, that no one knows.
And you've kept it to yourself.
Which just makes me love you even more.
