I wanted it to be you so bad. I wanted us in the end. I’ve let you go and now I don’t even want to love or try again. I’m so scared and every time I start or see potential in someone I freak out and leave because they’re not you. You’re my comfort. You’re my home. Why couldn’t you see that? You still are my home. You will always be my home. I guess we’ll just always have this unfinished story.
