I've always been told that bad things happen to good people,
but I never knew that good things also have thorns attached.To everyone I always seem like an open person,
but no one knows my true insecurities.I never feel like I'm enough. I can be told directly that I'm liked,
but still question it every night.I wish I can tell him I love him, but what even are we?
That's always what I stay up late wondering.
I just want to be sure...He's perfect, I want him.
I just want him to be mine, to not worry.
I want him to stay, to not leave.
I want to experience everything possible with him because I know he'll make it worth it.But life doesn't work that way.
And he'll never really be mine.
He'll be leaving.
And I will never get to live life with him.The harsh reality is that no one will ever really get to live out their true idea of happiness, whether it is a person, place, or experience.
Because no matter how good you are to the world and to people around you, you'll never get the same back.
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