I wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you?
You know more about me than you even realise. I wonder if you know that. I wonder if you realise how much I’ve let on – how much I’ve let you in. It scares me to think that something so important to me, might be wasted and thought of as unimportant to you.
I guess that’s the eternal price we pay for letting down our walls. We wonder how much we should have said, and how much is truly taken in.