I think in the end, you would have stayed with me, out of obligation…or maybe comfort. Maybe I was safe to you, and you needed to feel that. I know how scared you get of the unknown. To you… I must be kind of a security blanket. Do you see now, how that doesn’t work for me? I don’t want to be there, simply because the idea of me being gone is too…scary. I want to be someone’s everything. I want fire and passion, and love that’s returned, equally. I want to be someone’s heart… Even if it means breaking my own.