You always have a choice. It’s just that some people make the wrong one.
I don’t have a
fear of commitment, I have a fear of abandonment.
We all screw things up, I screw things up; especially with the people I love.
I get needy. I get moody. I get distant. I want to be close.
I get confused. I don’t understand all of it. But I keep pushing because I hope in this thing,
the universe, there’s no way I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad.
If I want it, someone else out there must too.