Stay With Me

I keep telling myself that I can't do this anymore. That I'm done. But.. the thing is I love our quirky past, and everything that makes you and me an "us." I don't want to forget that everything happened because I can't and because it does matter. Honestly, I've never been more confused. I think about you more than I'd care to admit and it scares me. I know I shouldn't want anything more from this, that I can't want anything more, and now I'm lost. I have no idea where this is going, or even what "this" is, but I'm desperately in love with it and I know there's an undeniable feeling that I'd be missing something otherwise. So please, understand that I never meant for this to get so out of hand. Or for either one of us to end up where we are, but now here we are. So, hey let's do this.