I'm scared of never getting the chance to show you how much I love you. Afraid that someone else will show you first, that you'll see in their eyes what you hoped to one day see in mine. But the one day was too late. I'm terrified of never showing up for you. That I'll watch from afar as other people show you all that I should have been the one to show you. That I'll look back and say... it should've been me, but it never was. I don't ever want to be still sitting here, wishing, hoping, wanting... but regretting, that I never dropped everything to just run to you. The thought of knowing where I belong but never having the guts to take myself there haunts me. It haunts me. I don't want your name to be a regret one day. I don't want you to be the one that got away. I want you to be the beginning of every chapter from here on out, my happy ending, my everything good. I'm making my way there now. I'm coming home.