As I flip through articles of love, I reflect.
I wonder, and I fear for what might happen in the future.
I analyze, trying to find something wrong.
I try to find something that will tear us down from what we are.
I try to find things wrong.
I try to find things to fix, to make better.
When I read these articles, I get a thought of how someone else has failed.
Can I fail this same way? Is my relationship subject to change?
I ask myself question after question.
Will we break up?
Will I mess up?
Was this not meant to be?
I try to find flaws, almost reasoning for the relationship to end, in my own insecurity.
The truth is, I'm scared as hell just to lose her.
I ask myself these things, so they don't happen.
I don't want to go through that pain again.
Once was enough, and I'm not going back.
The harder I try, I can never seem to succeed in finding anything wrong.
When I say it to her, it really is true, that this relationship is perfect for us.
I question whether we really are close friends, or is it just love for the wrong reasons.
I question if we fight, trying to change each other for the wrong reasons.
I question if what we're doing, ever really is a relationship.
I can listen to people tell me all day, what is and what isn't.
But that's not the point anymore.
You've taken what other people have said, now apply those philosophies as you wish.
It's not about what other people think or do, because it's not their relationship.
Are we close friends? I question that at times, because in deep boredom, only one option becomes apparent.
Then I thought upon myself, my interests, who am I?
Well...I enjoy camping, biking, and writing.
Can you do any of those things with such a distance, or at such an age? No.
What else do you enjoy doing?
Having deep conversations...Helping others.
Isn't that just what you're doing?
With such insecurities lies a scar that runs deep.
I need to remember to think logically.
Do you trust her?
Do you want to lose her?
Do you think she wants to lose or leave you?
Then let fate do it's work, and live life happily with your dearly beloved.
No one can tell you you're doing it wrong, except yourself.