Threats. Pain, both mental and physical. You think they will hurt me, but you seem to be mislead. You think that I will break, but I won't. I know who I am, and I know who you are, and you are not a threat. But you're empty. You have nothing standing behind you. No sense of purpose, no direction, no true intention. Yet you blame this on me. You blame me for hurting you, and I know I did, but I never intended to. And I will not let you change me. I am with him. He is with me. I'm sorry if that hurts, but I will not change how I feel. And I am more unwilling to change how he feels. I will not turn my back on the one perfect thing in my life, just to make you like me.
True friends are those who know the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you, word for word, when you have forgotten.
-A.S.
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