Tales of Fake

'I look at her and I know I love her. I know she doesn't trust me all the way and that she's constantly wondering when I'm gonna turn back to the old me, but she can't seem to understand that person is dead. He died the moment I lay eyes on her. And yes, she's moody and talkative and sometimes annoying, but she makes me laugh and she understands me. I love her and I wish she could see that. I love playing with her hair and the way it feels when I feel her arms around me. I just wish she could give into it and realize that she can enjoy moments like that without being paranoid, because hurting her is the last thing I want to do in this world.'