If I ever decide to give up on you, understand how much that took out of me.

I’m the type to give endless chances, always have your back; even when you’re wrong. I’ll always appreciate you for who you are.

When the rest of the world doesn’t want you, I will.

So if I decide to give up on you, understand it took EVERYTHING I had left inside of me to leave you alone, because if I love and care about you there isn’t anything on this planet I won’t do for you.

You know what I think we’re most afraid of? Not knowing

Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it.

Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting.

Not knowing why you do the things you do; or their purpose.

It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burnt because you didn’t know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the beginning.

But tell me one thing;

Who the fuck made you hate the way your voice sounds, so you stopped talking and singing? Who the fuck made you stop seeing galaxies in your eyes? Who? Who did that too you?! The sad part is I didn’t even have to say their name, because you know exactly who broke you.

I personally know that I lost myself and that’s what happened. What I don’t know is when, I don’t know how. It just happened. I was there, and then I wasn’t and I’m still not quite sure how I can get myself back.

I know it’s not the breakup that hurts the most but the post trauma that follows it. It’s the waking up and checking your phone for the messages that aren’t there. It’s like starting your life over again and you have no idea where to begin.