Faith
I have been talking to him. Maybe thats stupid. I know well its not gonna change anything or make it better, and maybe its selfish because its hurting him to remember it all. But I need him to understand that I know how wrong I was.
I know...and believe it or not those were genuine, those earlier messages, joking, laughing. I wanted it to be true. So badly. I wanted to be that person I was pretending to be. And Heather...she was easy to shove aside. You though, you weren't trying to change him, you weren't trying to make him normal and that made it harder cause you wanted in. And you being in was dangerous.
For what its worth, you and him was real from the start. I could see it. And I was torn. Because he was happy, and I liked that. I liked that he'd found someone, but he wasn't listening only to me anymore and that made it all harder, and soon after that I convinced him about the blood. It was real for him for a long time, even before he knew, I think I did.
Remember the singing? You confided it and I warned you away. Why do you think that was?
We should stop. The planning. Honesty's pretty much my buzz word lately