Here's an Idea

If I can't make you happy, then go away. Don't let me get attached. Don't tell me you love me. Don't hold me, and sing to me, and follow me. Let me let you go. Don't destroy the already shattered, glued, and duct-taped pieces of my tattered heart. Don't tell me never to leave you, when you can't be sure you'll stay. Because I will keep my promises. Even when you are gone, and I am nothing but a dusty, faded memory, and a wrinkled love song scribbled on notebook paper to you, I will still be in love with you. When I say forever, I mean forever. The earth could dry up, the sun could swallow the moon, heaven and hell could sign a peace treaty, a butterfly could cause catastrophic storms, and create chaos, Armegeddon could come and fly us away, vampires could take over the earth, and 2012 could destroy us all, and I will still love you. I will still say, "You are the one I love." You could take my heart out of my chest, drop it on the ground, and stomp on it. I will pick it up, dust it off, and hand it right back to you. You own it. Don't make me regret you. Don't make me regret the best thing that has ever happened to me. All I want is for you to love me. Honestly, and truely. And to know me. The way I want desperately to know you. I am not giving up. No way. I am here for the duration. Just promise me one more time, that you are the same.