I just know that I want to go home. I want to be next to the people I love. I can’t help to wonder how long is this going to last…this “friendship” or whatever label you want to throw on what we hold. We came into terms of “taking it slow, going with the flow..” but sometimes I can’t help to ask myself..Do you even deserve me? Do you even deserve us being friends or forming some sort of establishment? After everything? How am I so sure that you won’t pull the same shit again? And when you do pull the same shit, I will be back to that place, that same place that you left me in. Torn, confused, and in love.