I think I have the worst luck when it comes to guys. As soon as everything is going right, something comes into the picture that takes it all away. I hope to God that you don't move away. I hope to God that even if you do, you realize what we have is special and you end up not caring about the distance. I wish for more time. I wish you could be the one. I wish you weren't leaving. Maybe you aren't. Maybe things will work out. Maybe everything will be ok and turn out like they were supposed to, like how we planned.
Please, spare me of more heart break and make this work. Let me have what I've wanted for so long. I'm so close. I can't bare it being taken away from me again, like it was all the times before. Please, let me be yours, and let you be mine.
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