Do you ever wish you could choose who you fell in love with?

What do you mean?

Having control over it, being able to choose a soul mate that's more convenient for your side? Not having to lie or, live with the burden of a forbidden love?

It doesn't matter, because even if I had to choose, I'd still choose you.

I'm glad you still would've chosen me.

I'm glad I didn't get to choose, if I had chosen, it would have just been another thing I wanted, but it's not about what I want, it's about what I need and what I need, is you.

I'm just so scared you're going to leave me.

*I wont. I would rather die than leave you and nothing's going to keep us apart, not even the end of the world.

In December you told me I was beautiful.
It was the first time I ever heard those words spoken towards me,
I felt loved, wanted.

In January you committed suicide.
I didn't find out until a few days later,
I felt empty, heart broken.

In August I met someone else.
You'd been gone seven months.
He called me beautiful,
It was the second time I ever heard those words spoken towards me,
I told him about you, he told me that I shouldn't feel cursed.

In September was when he last spoke to me.
I thought I finally found someone to talk to, he was the only person I told,
I felt cursed, unloved.