I'm afraid of growing old alone.
I'm picking up the pieces. And it's proving to be quite the task. Nothing is missing but it isn't easy ignoring the fissures in the glass. I am a piece of work. But I know that I do not want to be perfect.
If you're reading this, I want you to know that you mean the world to me. I have found myself in you. I see in you all the mistakes I've made in the past and the wrongs I have to make right. I see in you the beauty of existence and the need to keep existing. I want you to know that I will not change myself for you and neither will I subject you to conformities. I want you to know that I respect you. I want you to know that I love you for all that you are and expect from you the same. That is all that I will ever ask of you. I want you to know that I am scared. I am scared of what will be. But I am scared more of not trying to be. If either of us disappeared, we will not go in search for the other but instead be grateful for having crossed paths. I have shared my soul with you and I am afraid I have nothing more to offer.
Take me for what I am, or take none of me at all.
We are damaged but there is nothing that pure love and time cannot mend.