I’ve always been in fear. In fear of getting hurt. When I first started talking to you I knew that any moment you’d have the control to let me go, to leave me, and hurt me . I put all that fear to the side. Then love came along; love that has always been there but just more prevalent, and I fell hard. Harder than ever before. Then something in me tells me to fight for it. But how do you fight for someone that doesn’t even care, that considers you just a memory? Then I ask, how do you let someone go that means so much to you? How does someone have so much meaning to you that you’re heartless ideology is substituted for amorous words. If I could take everything I did wrong back I would. Now longer is getting hurt a fear, it’s a lifestyle.