And its the little things that worry me the most. Those that keep you guessing, hanging by a wire. Its just those little things you would never understand that have me crawling underneath my skin. To think that I should tell you, to think that I could share with you this something that so fragile, so secret. But to you whom i should be able to share everything, someone whose acceptance and love I should never have to question. Trust is a delicate thing my friend, and for now it shall remain shattered.
