drifting

I think I finally understand the way a broken arm can hate the hand."

With love, comes insecurities and fears, jealousy and hate.
With the good, comes the bad.
Yet, how many people can sit it through?
Hold on, like there's no tomorrow?

He didn't.
I tried.

Nadzim is not that far away, yet he is that far away.
I think about him, wonder what he's doing, if he ever thinks of me.
I don't know if this is jealousy, paranoia, obsessiveness or just plain love.

And I don't want to be like this, to let another person affect me or my confidence. Yet, is this a direct reason of being in love? Or am I even in love?

I am afraid and worried that the distance might kill us. I am worried and afraid that he would stop loving me, wake up one morning and realise, "What the heck. This is just plain stupid," and then it's over. He claims he loves me more than him and just stick to him because its the right decision. Thr right decision. HA! Everybody knows it isnt.

I am afraid and worried that it might all change one day. Then again, what right do I have to command that he loves me, that I be his one and only?

No Tyler, you don't.

I am afraid of drifting apart. But then again, we're already apart. All it takes is the drifting. Which I suppose is pretty easy come the distance.

But I will always think of him when I jear Jason Marz