To tell the truth, I wish nothing was the way it is now. I wish you were mine and not hers. I wish I wasn’t scared of what people would say or what would happen if I told everyone. But I’m also scared of how it would hurt you both in the end. Pain is my phobia and I do my best to run but I always come back because of you. I always run back into the blades and through the fire. I collapse in the pain, but you’re always there to pull me in and tell me everything will be okay. You take my pain and turn it into hope. You turn my fear into love and you take every word right out of my mouth. You show me the other side and for once my fear is thrown aside and I can only focus on you. To tell you the truth, I wish that nothing was the way it is now. I wish you were mine and everything was perfectly fine.
