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I've spent so much time being afraid to die... That's hard to admit after all the times I said I didn't care. I cared. I think I always did. Maybe I wasn't scared of dying... Maybe I was scared I'd get to the end and realize I never really lived. But I've lived. God... I've lived. I've lost people I thought would always be here. I've loved people I probably shouldn't have. I've said things I wish I could take back... and I've had nights I'd give anything to live through again. So maybe when it's over... I won't need another chance. Maybe I'll just be grateful I got this one. And if this is my story... I don't want a different one. There's been so much pain, but there was happiness too. There were people who left. There were people who stayed. There was love when I didn't think I'd ever feel it again. And then... there was you. And I don't know what we're doing. I don't think you know either. We've gotten pretty good at standing this close and pretending we don't see what's happening. Maybe that's safer. Maybe we should leave it alone. Keep whatever this is exactly where it is... so neither one of us has to lose it. But I don't want safe if safe means never finding out. And maybe that's selfish. Maybe I'm asking for too much. But if loving me meant changing everything... would you? Would you be mine... if being mine changed everything? Would you still want me if we couldn't go back to whatever we are right now? Would you take that chance... knowing we could lose what we already have? 'Cause I don't need forever. I don't need you to promise me anything. I just don't want fear deciding for us... what we could've been. Would you be mine...? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is all it's supposed to be. Maybe loving you doesn't mean you have to love me. And God... I hate saying that. Because I want your mornings. I want your bad moods. I want the stupid conversations that somehow last all night. I want to know what makes you happy. I want to be there when you're not. I want the parts of you you don't think anybody would want. And I know... wanting all of that doesn't make it mine. Loving you doesn't make you mine. But if you looked at me and said... "Let's try." I'd tear down everything we built just to build it again... with you. Not because what we have isn't enough... BUT BECAUSE I THINK WE COULD HAVE MORE! And I'm finally not afraid to ask. Would you be mine...?