Another black heart into the container today, another day I hid myself from you.

Is it meant to be this way? After all we've went through, after all we've discussed. Is it really over? I thought I've made it clear. I may have thought wrong.

I've spoken to you, about how I've felt.

I can't take a failed relationship, so I won't think it this way, so I must remain optimistic.

I'm a coward. I fear breaking up. I fear letting go.