Against my better judgement, I trusted you with everything that only God knew. I still can’t believe myself – I let someone in that far. I usually hold everyone at arm’s length.
There’s just something about you that makes me want to tell you everything and trust you like I would no one else. Maybe it’s because I still like you in a more-than-friends way.
I’m afraid. I let my walls down and took off my mask … something I never should have done, yet something I absolutely needed to do. You know too much. You’re going to leave me behind here, aren’t you? I’m waiting for you to stab me in the back and twist the knife to punish me for my foolishness …
How many people have you told? You’re never going to speak to me again, are you?
What bothers me most though, is that I cannot erase your memory, and I can’t bring myself to push you away.