I know I’m going to fall.
I know I’m going to pretend, and push him away, but cry myself to sleep.
I know I’m going to be eventually become his friend.
I know I’m going to take his hand and he will open my eyes.
I know I will never want to leave.
I know I will fight for him; I will make sacrifices for him.
I know he’s going to leave me.
I know I’m going to get lost.
I know I will desperately look for myself—who I used to be.
I know I will never be the same, though I try to be, but how can you go back?
And even though I know these things…I always find myself falling for the same trap.
I must be an idiot…yup. That’s what I am…