I may call it jealousy, or may be anxiety and moreover, need. Even now I’m anxious at times because when I am with Ren, everything around feels like a dream.
You were a stray cat, strutting so free and full of pride. But I could see your open wound. And without really thinking I just chalked it up to another cool thing about you.
The truth is I always loved him. From the first time I saw him he was so great. But that time I was hurt. I might have been selfish but I was so hurt. I was afraid I would feel more pain.
