i want you to do what makes you happy.

but i'm afraid that if you leave, i'll be nothing but a distant memory to you.
i'm afraid that when you make it to the other side, i won't be able to jump.
i'm afraid that you'll spend so much time trying to write the future, that you'll forget to pen me in.
i'm afraid that fate itself will pull us apart.

'i'm pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams'

what i'm trying to say is that ultimately, i'm afraid that i'll be the friend that was, not is.



E.