I know we met a short time ago but feeling this just hurts. It hurts to think about you. You share the same birthday as him and he hurt me so badly. I know you could never be the same as that ***** but... What if? What if you manipulate? What if you don’t love me back? What if you just use me? I can’t handle the thought of being so lonely anymore. I just can’t. I know it is horrible to put so much pressure but I think you are different. You don’t even know. I see the pain behind your eyes. The trouble. The sarcasm you put on as a façade to hide your suffering. I wish I could help, I don’t think people understand like I may. The worst part. You have no idea of my inner turmoil. And you may never. Because in the end All I am Is a ******* coward.