I think in the end, you would have stayed with me, out of obligation...or maybe comfort. Maybe I was safe to you, and you needed to feel that. I know how scared you get of the unknown. To you... I must be kind of a security blanket. Do you see now, how that doesn't work for me? I don't want to be there, simply because the idea of me being gone is too...scary. I want to be someone's everything. Furthermore, I want fire and passion, and love that's returned, equally. Furthermore, I want to be someone's heart... Even if it means breaking my own.

Thoughtless