Take My Hand.

Lead me. Tell me what to do now.

Its not just about my pride. Its about whats good for me. Its about making the right decisions.

I'm living my life right now in whatever way feels good. Morally hedonistic. Everything short, of course, of the one thing that i should do.

Talk.

Be real.

What happened to removing my running shoes? They came back on too fast. I'm trying to my level best, to toe the line and to find a balance, but its becoming so much harder. Which is ironic because its getting easier to live without you. And maybe thats what's scaring me.

Losing you.

Losing how i feel about you.

But everytime i want to pick up the phone, i remember that this isn't about me anymore. It shouldn't be me fighting to keep this. The only way this will work is if you want to fight for me.
And why should you? For the same reason i told you last year: Because I'm A Good Thing.

And dammit, i should be treated that way. And that's the only thing that has changed in the last month and a half. That i realise i deserve to be treated better.

But it hasn't changed that you're the only one i want to treat me that way.