This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at NCAT chapter.
It was never about just loving me simply,
It was never about the sweet kisses and tight hugs,
It was never about you telling me you’ll never leave me,
I wanted to feel it.
I needed to feel it.
My love for you was full of fear and doubt.
Fear of losing you. Fear of losing our connection and bond.
Fear of you leaving me and never looking back.
I was broken, indeed.
And lost.
Who would leave first?
I had to beat you. I had to win the race.
So I ran. I ran as fast as I could.
Running away from a love that was so sweet, yet so terrifying.
And now I look back,
Only to find out,
I was the only one in the race.