It's not like it was something I actually chose. I just happened to find myself in that particular situation, something so similar. I get the sense of dejavu and although it feels so familiar, there will always be that underlying sense of fear, of terror, because of you.
You - the unknown, the terrifying prospect that everything good could turn so wrong so fast. How do I know what is real anymore? This doesn't just hurt me anymore. It's something that will permanently attach you and I, a thin sliver of something which I would like to regret but to my horror, I cannot. You are a part of me. I wonder how you worked your way in because I sure as hell did not want this, not like this anyway.
It hurts me to see me like this. It hurts me to see you like that. It hurts me to see you cry, and over what? Something I've long lost control over, when all I want is some control, some stability in my life. And this is all because of you.
<3Wendy.
