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You were an easy addiction. I could get lost in the fantasy we created when we were alone. No one else mattered. We were secret touches in the hallway, climbing through windows, and late nights in the dark. You were my first passion. You taught me how to be passion instead of the timid and scared unexperienced girl I had been made to be.  

In my life I try not to regret things. Because at one point it was exactly what I wanted. But people change. Every fantasy has their realities. Our reality, is that you are scared. You are scared of me and what we could be. But I know what I feel. I am not a toy or a game you can play with while you're lost in your own memory afraid to leave space for me why is this so hard. Fighting is an action word that takes practice and patience.  

Your coming and going is exhausting. I might be ashamed to say if you come back again, I'll still be waiting with open arms. I might wish I could forget you. I might wish I never met you. My dear, I'm not the one who's lost. Where do your demons hide? You've always found mine on the surface.