That moment of rage when someone tells you that they're afraid to hurt you so they will no longer be with you. The statement is quite astounding because it holds so much irony. And after they've left you feel all the rage build up inside and you think "You're so fucking full of shit that you need to use a plunger on your fucking mouth." Hurting someone else is inevitable. So love them so hard that it rips them wide open and that they'll never be able to forget it and that every simple little memory of you makes their body quake and chest ache.
You're afraid of what the future will bring for us two? Quit worrying about trivial things. Cross the bridge when you get there. After all, if it's worth it you'll suffer for it, fight for it, and let it go when the time comes. Let it go and never look back and never wish you still had it. But anything worth loving is good to hold onto while you can.
Tomorrow will be a challenge for me in multiple ways. Still the nightmares pour in.