A suffocating heart

Somehow, I can't help thinking that this might be the solution that God has set aside for me. Maybe it'll be better too. Maybe you'll be happier. Maybe I'll be. Who knows what happens tomorrow? I see you and yes, I must admit, I don't really bear to. So I'm hoping that you'll never ask. And I hope that I'll never speak of it again. Because admitting what I've denied for the past few months did more damage to me than when you told me whatnot. But I'm leaving everything to God. What happens now, what happens next, what happens in the future.

Yet there are times when I would think. What would have happened had I not met you? So even if I go, I'll leave you with a last gift to express my gratitude. Thanks, for everything.