my pocket.

One thing I'm going against my will on... Is becoming easier to do. What I want isn't what I get. It isn't fun, and I'm tempted at times to take it back. Do-over please, I didn't mean it. But having it dissipate this quickly can only prove that it was the right choice.. To give it up. I never want it to go away, but I don't feel the need to keep it on the back burner. I was ready to wait forever. I was willing to self-sacrifice the matter and bravely lift my chin to the heartache. I wanted to keep you in my pocket. Or rather, hide in yours.

This can only get easier... But don't think for a second that I don't miss you. We will see each other again.