I would, without a doubt, still take you back in a heart beat.
I would, without a doubt, still come running back to your side if you asked me to.
As fast as my heart beats. As instant as my pulse.
I would, without a doubt.
But not anymore.
Because you wouldn’t take me back the same way I would take you.
Because you wouldn’t that I won’t anymore.
Because my heart beats for the very reason yours do: to live.
Because my heart beats for every memories, good or bad, that I make.
Because my heart beats as natural as my breathing, as vital as every inhale and exhale.
Because my heart don’t beat for you, for us anymore.
Because it beats for myself, for my own, to remind me that I have every reason to live.
Because it beats fast with adrenaline, and excitement instead of your touch.
Because it beats fast with fear, palpitations and anxiety instead of my worry for you.
Because my heart beats.
For every reason there is besides you, except you.