Tuesday, 03 November 2009

  • What I Would've Said

     

    I was born three months early.  Well, actually, it was a little bit more than that, but you know that already.  There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t be alive—and even more why I should have about a thousand problems.  I don’t.  I was lucky.  I’m a fighter.  Not an unnecessary one, mind you—not a person who picks fights on a whim.  I don’t believe in needless, senseless arguments.  I’m discerning.  I fight for the things I believe in.  And, well, I’ve always believed in you.

     

    And you know, I can’t really tell how long it’s been since you really trusted someone.  I know that you trust me to a certain extent.  Probably more than most people in your life.  But I want you to know one thing: there’s not a damn thing about your past that’d scare me away.  There’s not one single thing you could tell me that would make me care about you any less.

     

    I've always defended you.  To anyone and everyone.  I'm not telling you that to make you feel bad.  I'm not telling you that for kicks.  There's no ulterior motive.  I don't mind taking the risk for you.  I don't have a problem throwing myself into the fray.  Because I believe--underneath everything, past that water under the bridge--you're worth it.

     

    Now, the rest--where this goes--that's entirely up to you.

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