Just the two of us.
In a world where it’s just the two of us,
I wonder, is it really just the two of us?
I know the answer is no.
And I know, the right thing is the hardest thing to do.
Caught in the middle, I know there will come a day when I need to choose.
I know I have an addiction, but I won’t admit it.
I want you by me all the time. Just the two of us. No one else.
But I’m afraid of the hurt I would feel if one day you’re not by me anymore.
How would life go on? Things will never be the same again. Don’t you agree?
"When you finally find your perfect half, you can’t go back to being a half ever again because now you know what it’s like being whole"
I force myself to take things one at a time, face the problems as they come. But that’s what’s on the surface.
Inside, I’m afraid of losing you.
But you can’t understand how I feel. I don’t expect you to. But I want you to. I wish you could.
Would you do it for me, for us? But yet at the same time, you shouldn’t. It shouldn’t be for me. It’s for you. I want it because I love you. Honestly. Whole heartedly.
1 heart to love, without condition.
1 heart to care, in all aspects of a person’s life.
1 heart to give, without expecting anything in return but that you accept.
