I was afraid, to look back from time to time and see the memory that I’d fallen in love with. To think that maybe I’ll never stop feeling this way. I remember writing so many letters- the ones I never sent, the ones I burned, the ones I never even had the courage to put on paper. I try not to visit that memory anymore, now it’s become a painful labyrinth with demons at every corner. Still, sometimes I’ll take a walk- when I’m lonely and scared, just to see if I still know my way around. I’ve stopped listening to the old music, I try sometimes but feeling like the old me comes at a price, and it’s getting harder and harder to pay. I need to leave this place, the past. And maybe every so often I will gather the courage to visit- but that seems rather impossible right now. In the beginning I was afraid to love you, and now I’m afraid to stop.
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