I remember a time when I needed no one.
When words didn't affect me, where I knew what I believed in.
It didn't matter that I was broken, immature.
It didn't matter that I cried myself to sleep at night.
At least, I was strong in the daylight.
I could stand alone.
But what happens, when you meet someone you want to bring into your life?
Someone who you want, with all your soul, to save you from who you were?
Disruption, chaos, everything comes to a halting stop.
Your system is thrown apart.
You're like a child, dependent, needy and new.
You're afraid of confessing something everyday.
You're a freak.

It has to be worth it. I want it to be worth it.

But you want me to sprint, and I only dare to walk, one step at a time.