What do you do when you feel like you have nothing left to give… we are not what we were.. it’s like trying to force a fat man into small shorts. We’re not ready to say goodbye but we need to. To me your not him, and I’m not ready to accept that. No one compares to what I had with him. Happiness was never a second guess there, I’m not sure anyone will ever get my heart fully. To you I am not ever going to love and take care of you like you need me too. We’re wrapped in a blanket of fears for each other but this isn’t love it can’t be because it no longer feels like it. I want to run from you and you insist on chasing. I wish that I knew what this was but the Hatter doesn’t have answers for this one.