Funny how time likes to play with us, how it pulls us apart before we gravitate back to each other again. Regardless of how long this thing is going to take, I hope both of us stay clear of our goals and stay throughout. 

Hold on tight please 

The real fear, the one I never talk about because saying it or writing it forces me to acknowledge it, is that you never really loved me in the first place. 

You wanted me as a placeholder, as a way to move on from something, as a transitional period. 

And I fear that it is because of this — because of the elusive thing I may have never actually had — 

that I will love you forever.