i detest the idea that there are better people out there for us; that there's a supply waiting to be chained to my ankles. i want you in this moment. i'll try not to insecurely attach, but i'm attached nonetheless; i'm still trying to widen my tunnel vision, to allow room for accomodations.
i swear i'll get better, less moping about and more actively hoping that no matter what's demanded of us, you'll be by my side.
or, maybe i'm just projecting, and your staying is all up to your decision.
regardless, i'd like to have you, rather than them, so don't keep this open-ended, got it?