You were my escape in the past.

The one thing that made me feel special,

Feel happy.

In those horrible months.

You were always there for me—

To tell me I was beautiful and everything you ever wanted,

To treat me right.

To love me...

And I pushed you away.

Though you didn't try hard to get me back.

I like to think I was your escape, too.

Your special someone to love you forever.

We escaped to each other once after I left.

During Christmas break.

And I left again thinking of it as a mistake,

Never knowing your afterthoughts.

I pushed you away.

And now I need an escape:

You.

I miss you.

I guess you'll always be my escape.

But do you even want that?

Can I be your escape again?

I don't even know why I need you.

My life as I know it isn't horrible like it used to be,

And yet I still want you.

Please tell me you'll do it.

Be my escape and I'll be yours.

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March 31, 2010