but I can’t help but believe that there might be a chance. I want to be strong. I don’t want to give into anything. I don’t want you to know that I am weak when I hear you. I try so hard to be strong, but I fall to your whims like a puppet, and your words are the strings that control my every action. I can’t help this. You are like a drug to me. The most beautiful and addictive drug. I try so hard to stop the way I feel, but I can’t. I want you to be happy, but why can’t you be happy with me? I can only hope that one day you realize that you feel the same way for me and come back to me. |
