I wish I could leave you as easily as you leave me. When I first cried, you told me that my tears don't just fall, they crash around you. As terrible as this sounds, I wish I could go back to that moment. It was so much better than now.
I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. You don't see the things that I do.
A lot of people think I'm brave. I'm saying this because they tell me, not because I'm conceited. They see me go up on stage, and I sing. Loud. I scream, because I want to get a message across. They see that as bravery. As confidence. What they don't know is how scared I truly am. I'm scared of every single doubt that runs through his head. I'm scared of what he isn't telling me. I'm scared of why he can walk out so easily. I'm scared why he calls his mom and cries but doesn't let me wipe his tears. Why can he walk out of the door so easily? Why is a card game more important than writing me a letter? Why won't he take a risk to be with me? He could so easily spend every day with me. But he won't, because other things are more important.
What is bigger than love? What is more important than love? What am I missing?
I know that when I look up, we are both under the same starry sky. But that's not good enough. I'm not going to settle for less than what we both deserve. I want to breathe his breath.