I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up, and gasps: "Oh look at that!" Then whoosh, and I'm gone. And they'll never see anything like it ever again. And they won't be able to forget me — ever. It has been fifteen years since I let you affect me like this and somehow now I know I will always let it fucking happen. I guess that's my curse. I know I will wait for you're hand in mine until the day one of us is gone. One day maybe I'll make a big stupid move, maybe that day is a lot sooner than you might think, but for the moment I am reserved and scared. I let you get close once again after a year of off and on talking and you betrayed that trust again... I'll still always find it in my heart to forgive you because I want the best possible scenario for us both. But... It still stings.... And I wish I could consider it delibrate but I know it's not, it's just part of the way I know you hurt and are d