I hate imagining you out of my life. it makes me worry. It makes me think you’re going to leave soon and i wont be ready. No one treats me the way you do, without you i’ll probably be lost again. As much as people tell me i’ll be fine, i wont be. I will think about everyone else who’s walked out on me. Then i will come to the conclusion that i’m a fuck up, someone damaged beyond repair. You make me feel worthy of something. I don’t care if we stay only friends. I just want you nearby so i can feel happiness that i cannot create myself.