I DID want to be with you. The only reason why I said I didn’t was because of fear itself. It’s hard, being torn apart and having to put yourself back together again. I WANT to be with you. I really do. I just hate the fact that I’m going to be just another one of those girls you had a fling with. You know why? Because I WANT to tell you I love you. I WANT to kiss you in front of others. I want to hold your hand. I want to listen to your day and hug you randomly. I just want it al. I want to be your f*cking girlfriend.
Alright!? I lied. I want to be yours.
But it’s too late, isn’t it? It’s too late now.
