Sometimes I regret what came before you, those bright times that turned to dark days that leave me too afraid to love you with reckless abandon.

I want to call you my best friend, want to run away with you to France, want to wake up to your arms around me every morning.

I wish I didn’t know reality so well. It’s the only thing holding me back, too scared to ever let go completely.

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