Would you sleep beside me?

Sure. I’d lay beside you every single night. Heck, I’d lay beside you under the stars. But do you, really? Do you want to do this? 

And her heart broke once more. Her fragile heart sewn together by little fibers of what was keeping her sane. Of what was keeping her human. But there you go again sweeping her off her feet, telling her things that make her heart skip a beat. And once more her tummy was filled with butterflies flying. And she tries so hard to fight it. Falling over and over again for you when you’re not even there to catch her when she falls. How long will this carry on? She’s fine with just being by your side. She’s taught herself to accept that it’s all you can ever be. She’s fine watching by the sidelines. So stop it. Stop being nice and sweet and thoughtful and supportive and being everything that she’s fallen for. Please. Because every time she falls for you and you leave her again, her heart breaks once more.