After an event yesterday I have come to a conclusion.
I love my best friend.
But the problem is; I am afraid that I am attached.
And thats bad.
I think it was you Diddy..... who mentioned something about being pregnant with my YF... I think that pretty much applies for him to.
The thing is, I hate it. I finally am not alone.
And I find him, happiness, a church, a family who is always there for me.
Then its like I have to watch him get taken from me.

[My lungs have failed and they both have stopped breathing.
My heart has died and its way past beating]

It really has shaken our friendship and obviously I 'care way to much'
Wait! Is that really possible?
I mean, I have him, and nothing else, I have my mom, yet no family.

[well, look who's dying now]

If you want to consider her family, I have my friend, and a VERY disfunctional 1/2 family.

[My lungs have failed and they both have stopped breathing.
My heart has died and its way past beating]

I don't want to care so much that going a day without hearing from him kills me, or when he goes to hang out with other people, I get jealous.

[My lungs have failed and they both have stopped breathing.
My heart has died and its way past beating]

I don't know what to do...
If i should apologize...
If i should end it..
I am so confused...

[I never thought we'd make it out alive]