...I'm going to be cool with whatever happens between us. The moment I saw it falling apart, I knew I'm going to crack because sometimes I can be vulnerable but I told myself everything's going to be fine if I just hold on for a little longer. Now I'm in a million pieces just thinking about how broken we turn out to be, but you'd never know that because I never showed. Truth is, I haven't been cool about it and I'm especially afraid of the future.
I'm 18 years old, only 18 years old but that doesn't mean I can be sure I've another 18 years. I can't poke around and say I'm always right. Give me time and space to grow a little more, and I'm good to go.
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