You always seemed uneasy that I liked you so as if you knew it was bad for me.
I knew it was bad for me too, but I still took that risk.
That chance.
Isn't that what love is all about?
Risks, chances, faith?!
I did all that with you.
I risked putting my heart out there for grabs after three years.
I took a chance with you by telling you most, if not, all my demons.
I had faith in you that you wouldn't hurt me.
As I look back now, I don't know if you ever really did that for me.
Is that why we fell apart?
Was I that unimportant to you that you didn't want to take those risks?
So unimportant you didn't want to take a chance?
So unimportant that you didn't even have faith in me?
I just wish you could have told me from the start.
You would have saved me from all this hurt and pain.
