what if someday, when you're all healed and well to go, when you've finally given up, I become the one that's holding on. Yes, I'm selfish. I don't want to end up being the one left behind. And yes, that's why I'm so afraid of picturing our future. Would you be there with me? Or am I alone?

Trying to close my heart to these feelings. But it can't be helped, I guess, to thinking about it. Yes, I've fallen once and told myself to never allow it to happen again. But it's hard. 

I wish you would at least tell me if you're going to stop. At least allow me to prepare myself for this too.