anything more than we are now, because I'm afraid.
What you are is something I cannot ever be. What I am is something you will never be.
We're running around in circles chasing this dream, holding onto something we've nurtured into something so mature. And yet, the both of us are still so immature. Quite a juxtaposition, isn't it?
But mind you, I'm diverting away from old habits and from this, this thing we have will grow and simultaneously, we will too.
Some day, some way, some how. With or without you, I will make this work.
