Secrets
You know what I really hate? Not knowing what he's hiding from me. Maybe its for the best, or maybe its all just too good to be true. Sometimes I wish that he didn't always live in such agony over things. Always reminising about his past and making himself miserable. Doesn't he see what's in front of him, what he has?
For every tear that falls, I will always be there for him. For every inch of pain that he feels, I'll feel it for him. I'll be there through thick and thin and I will be his leverage when he needs balance. I'll be there for every ache. I'll be there to take away every ounce of misery. It's not just something that I can run away from.
I've never seen him cry, but he sure as hell has seen me cry. I'm so fucking sensitive around him. Maybe it's just that I trust him so much. I don't know if that's a good thing.
Sleeping next to him makes me feel...safe. Happy. Even if I hog the covers and kick him off the bed. He pushes me.
For every tear that falls, I will always be there for him. For every inch of pain that he feels, I'll feel it for him. I'll be there through thick and thin and I will be his leverage when he needs balance. I'll be there for every ache. I'll be there to take away every ounce of misery. It's not just something that I can run away from.
I've never seen him cry, but he sure as hell has seen me cry. I'm so fucking sensitive around him. Maybe it's just that I trust him so much. I don't know if that's a good thing.
Sleeping next to him makes me feel...safe. Happy. Even if I hog the covers and kick him off the bed. He pushes me.