It was probably nothing, but it felt like the world. All the moments that were shared made me feel like I wasn't lost anymore. I'd ask myself, "What if I don't know what to say?" I was afraid I wouldn't be good enough for him. How do you think I felt whenever I'd sit next to him in the recording studio? How do you think I felt when she told me to stay away? I was petrified. We lived in a fantasy when bad was the new good. I couldn't handle the pressure of being in love with somebody who might not feel the same way.
But I also couldn't handle being petrified for the rest of my life. There were risks that had to be taken, and reminisces that had to be shared. That's when everything came together just to fall apart again--the day we were reunited.
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Empire State (Ronnie Banks)
FanfictionDedicated to Ronnie Banks, the love of my life.
