I fear you.
With every second that passes, I get closer to becoming you. And it terrifies me. I stand here, in the present, staring into the void of the unknown. Countless ordeals and obstacles await me and I fear I may not overcome them. I have so much before me, so much to face in order to become you.
What if I fail?
The decisions that I've made have not been the best ones. And they're going to make things harder for you. I am so selfish. I only think of myself when I consider my actions and I do what satisfies me, forcing you to struggle and suffer. I am so sorry.
Sometimes I wonder if it is too late. I wonder if I have already destroyed you, along with any chance of you being happy. Sometimes the simple consolation, "Everything's going to be okay," seems impossible and ludicrous...
But sometimes it brings hope.
It's not too late.
I can save you.
There are so many things that I want to do. I am only beginning to find myself, no, creating myself. There are still things that I have to learn about myself. Have you discovered them yet?
Are you the person that I want you to be?
Can I make you the person that I want you to be?
Our hopes, our dreams, our happiness. They all depend on me. And I promise to do my best to achieve them. For us.
Sometimes I fear you. But sometimes I can't wait to be you.