(and you?

i bet you know the happiness of seeing your love grow more every day, but what would you do if your past haunted you every night? if your eyes filled with tears for reasons nobody would understand? and if that tears started running and sadness took the place which used to belong to your anger?
how would you feel like if your mind were fulfilled with bad thoughts about someone you love? if you apologized, even if you knew the other person was the one who had to apologize? if your jealousy became fear?
how would you act if someone’s lack of sensibility hit you right in the face? if someone touched your biggest weakness? how would you feel if you were her?

how would you act if you were rejected?
how would you act if you were betrayed?
what would you do if you couldn’t sleep because of her past?
would you know how to deal with your sadness and anger overwhelming your love every single night? would you be able to look right in her eyes, even if your past made her feel like she wouldn’t be able to look in yours? why did you do that to her, why?)

the past is a cut that never heals, 
and that hurts in the worst way;
love is the only medicine for this neverending wound, open for so long soon it’s going to have its own birthday party.

I guess I’m happy. Life seems kind. I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have money, I don’t have good grades, but I’m taking life as it comes and I don’t really care anymore. I’m not sad. At all.

Perhaps I don’t need this anymore.