If you wanted to see me, you could’ve just said so.
But tell me, how does one ask to see another, knowing in their heart, the other would rather not be there at all?
When you are here, it feels like I have something to fear. Why would I fear the person I love? It seems as if my tears will never be enough. Why do you insist on forcing such paranoia and fear on me? Can’t you see I’m already broken?
Are you fearful of the person you love, or fearful of the chaos they bring with them? Are you mourning for what cannot be, or for the sacrifices you have to make?