Idk what I'm doing, where I'm going, or how I'm going to cope with any of it...All I can do is hope she hasn't moved on by the time I figure all of my shit out. The are no signs that it will happen, and she's assured me of that, but my mind always runs to worst case scenarios.
-When the dust settles, I want to see
Your face, looking back at me
Telling me it's finally okay
For me to be me.-