i know i'm not the first or last, but won't you let me be the next?

i can't help but to be jealous of the ones before. this feeling comes far too often and fast, the pain setting in before anything even begins. i know you'll only break my heart. i know things will come between us. i know we'll fight, even resent each other for things said and done after months of long nights spent high and alive. i know these things to be true because they're the things that have ruined the love i've seen before. i've taken chances, jumped and fallen, gotten battered and bruised. but if i know myself, i know that my heart can always take a little more damage, and i know that i want that damage to come from you, and no one else.


all a person wants is to love and be loved in return.