You mentioned, once, how scared I seemed when you told me you loved me. Do you remember that? I was. I was terrified – I knew that, one way or another, I was falling headfirst in love with you and that it could only end badly. It only ever does. I was terrified, but honestly I couldn’t help myself – you made me more happy than I had been in a long time. You made me laugh, and smile, and feel safe. And now? Well now I am even more scared than ever, because we are falling apart (we have fallen apart) and I know  I should give up, and walk away, but I can’t. I can’t seem to make myself give up yet, and that is more scary than I can say. The fact that, even though we are moving further and further apart with each day, I can’t seem to give up. Most of all, I just want to go back to the summer, when it was us against the world. When no matter what else went wrong, we were strong. You made me strong.
