#sousan

When I'm with you, it's like I'm drowning and floating all at once; my head is in the clouds, but my heart is under water with the weight of uncertainty. Uncertainty. It's ironic that I feel the burden of that word. But how could I not when you say that you're uncertain of your feelings towards me, but I am so sure of mine? Maybe we're both uncertain. You don't know if you love me, and I don't know if I can keep pretending that it isn't killing me. Maybe it isn't the not knowing that's killing me; maybe it's knowing that his hands are all over you, that he get's to taste every inch of you, while I sit on the sidelines with a facade of happiness. Maybe it's killing me that I have to suffer through watching someone else take the place I should have been in, if I hadn't have fucked everything up. Maybe it's knowing that you'll love him more than you could have ever loved me.

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