Because whenever I'm with you I forgot my pain. My persisting past.
But dear, being used to have you near, I swear, I don't think I can handle the pain anymore now. Not without you. You seem to be the cause of the removed pain. I'm learning now how to have the confidence to love my self. To learn to be happy.
The fact that I need you so much bothers me. I hate to burden you.
So if happiness meant forgetfulness, let me learn the art of it.
