Tonight for the first time, I felt like I wanted someone else. And it made me sad and scared but mostly, alive. I felt like me again. Not someone who waited around for someone else, and wasn’t in control. Not someone who pleaded to be treated the way they deserved, and just rolled over when they weren’t. I felt sad and scared but I felt alive. I felt like maybe, I wanted to feel that way again.
I just want you to love me forever, because you’re my best friend. When you want to be alone or you would rather do something on your own even though I’m in the room I wonder what’s wrong with me. Why is my first thought always you but I seem to be invisible. You say you love me and don’t ever want to let me go but you do let me go, and you push me away. I can be sitting right next to you but I feel like your head is a million miles away, thinking about something you will never reveal to me. When did half of you become a stranger?
