The fact is, you’ve changed.
There are good and bad, and they are all because of me.
Sometimes, the more I learn about you, I realised I know you less that I thought I did. The thing is, everytime I want to make a promise to your heart, I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I’d want to leave. I’m afraid that you’re really not who I expect or thought you’d be.
Yes. Even after knowing you for 2 years+
I really need to grow some balls.