You have no idea how many times the thought of you and me ran in and out of my mind. How stupid I was for not giving in and "having fun." I did not wanna end up wanting more, because I knew I won't get any.

And then you proved me wrong. You showed me how I could have gotten what I would have asked for. Instead, you gave me what I never wanted: a million "could have beens" and "what ifs" and "should haves".

But now you're proving me right again. I was fine living with maybe, but you're giving me certainly. I can't help but put myself in that place where I didn't wanna go, and how that missed opportunity is turning out to be a close call. You're you and you're like that: you need security, and I'll be damned if you're gonna come looking for it in me. I hate to admit it, but I'm thankful that it wasn't me.

I really wish you wouldn't do that. Just this once, please let me be wrong so I can still think that you're worth it.