you're just drunk, thinking about the past again.

you want to come and see me this weekend. when you told me I wasn't sure how to react. we haven't talked in months, we just kind of jumped in where we left off, which I was fine with because I had missed you terribly. I have this fear in the pit of my stomach that you'll be greatly disappointed once you meet me. darling, I'm a mess. or that you'll just use me and leave. I don't think that I could handle that. I don't think that I can handle seeing you, I can almost guarantee you that I'll fall in love with you. I don't want to take that chance, because I don't think you'd stay.