How strange. Everything is just so...strange.
And what if you loved me, for real?
What if someday you decided that this love was what you wanted?
What then?
Would it be like it was? Would it be better?
Would I fall back into your arms and forget everything since you?
It scares me to think my other loves would be erased if you turned to me and said you wanted me.
It scares me, perhaps more, that they would not.
Can you imagine that?
Can you imagine, after these years,
You loving me and me loving you
And finally us finishing what we started but...
Me always loving someone else as well?
Honestly, it would be so horribly ironic that I think it might happen, just for that.
If I could have one of you, who would I pick?
How would I ever choose?
The girl I will love forever, or the girl who makes me feel like I'm flying every time she looks at me?
The security of you-have-seen-my-hell or the thrilling fear of you-could-create-a-new-one?
The romantic, dusky gold of the past, or the pure, hot silver of the future?
What if you ever kiss me again,
And I melt like I used to,
And you own my soul?
And... what if it happens,
And I don't...
And she owns it?