Posted April 24, 2008
Why is it that I can care so much and get so much and so little in return at the same time. I could be sitting here in tears, but I'm sitting here with butterflies and the taste of fear. And I said, don't make me cut you off 'cause if I do, I will lose a piece of myself that I will never ever get back. You told me, tonight that you love me and I'm special to you but how far do those words go without the plight of your actions. I only call you by your name when I'm serious and I must say, Nicholas, I love you and I cannot stand to watch you self destruct. Tell me, will it ever be enough?