I'm scared.
I miss you.
But I'm still scared.
Scared of you hurting me .
Scared of losing you.
Scared that I will never see you again.
But can't help to think that you have never changed.
Even though I still hope.
I wish I could see you.
But I also wish that I couldn't.
It's hard.
I'm scared.
And sad.
But I still want to talk to you.
Even if you hate me.
And don't like me.
I still wish you were here.
But just because I wish...
Doesn't mean I can have.
