Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I cried for you, about you, over you, and just because I fucked up the whole time I was gone. I even cried last night thinking of all the things I could have done differently. Now knowing you cried too, I feel better letting you know that I read and re-read the words you written for me. I cant get enough. It kills me to know you have doubts about whether or not this love will last, but I think its completely understandable considering the past events.

I'm scared shitless to tell you the reason I keep running is because I'm afraid you'll love me and I won't be able to love you back. I'm trying like hell to make myself stick it out this time. I need to do this for you. It's honestly the least I could do. I want so badly to promise you I won't run again, but I can't. It's too soon. I love you, and I hope you read this. I hope you smile. I hope you think of my voice. I hope you know I think it'll work out too.