Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.
Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.
Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.
Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.
This is unstoppable, no holds barred. This is beautiful. Crazy. A beginning. Betrayal. Addictive. Aggressive. Alive. This is something to be afraid of.
Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?