if i could tell you, i would tell you that you are perfect to me. and that i had been so anxious to grow up. i have felt so rushed into becoming an adult, i now feel i have missed out on things, left certain things unfinished. things that i would have loved to see the ending of. even if they had scared me back then. even when i was very sure of myself that it was better to leave, run away, and end it as long as it was still good. leave and not let me ruin things. i must have missed the part about the violent delights that come with violent ends, or simply thought it was not worth it. (of course it would have been, and always will be, stupid kid.) if anything wouldn't be good enough for you, it would be me. i just know it. i've always known. and yet nothing saddens me more than the fact that i will never see them.