It took me two years to see the sincerity and dedication and become convinced. Just as I finally dropped my guard and truly opened up to someone, and be ready to really share everything that was mine, I found myself back at the start again. The bomb dropped almost immediately.
Now I've got to work from the start again. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so skeptical of the intentions of others and could let my guard down more easily. But this instinct is way too deeply built-in. Sigh.
Why is it that the only time I feel like I know you again is when I'm out with you? That's the only time when you say "I'm not that kind of person" and I can truly believe it.
In 2013: I just want to mean more to you than anyone else does. Because you mean the world to me.