you ask me why i can’t let you go, or why i still try and talk to you.. you think it’s because i’m in love, or obsessed. your wrong. it’s about the fact that i trusted you, gave you everything i had, even though it scared the fuck out of me to think i found someone who i could spend the rest of my life with. i told you all my deepest secrets. for the first time since childhood i had a best friend who i could be stupid with and not have to worry about being judged. it’s about the fact that you told me all your deepest secrets, you made me promises that you made me believe that you’d keep.