Losing

It isn't important what happened... It really only matters that I felt.  For the first time, I REALLY felt something.  I'm not ashamed of what happened.  I'm not embarrassed by how I acted.  I'm sad that it had to go away.  I'm heartbroken at just how wrong I was.  I love you baby girl.  With every ounce of being in me, I love you.  I'm afraid that's never going to stop... I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go.  I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.  I'm petrified that this was my one real shot and somehow, I blew it.  I know that you were never mine and I only borrowed you.  But you stole my heart and I'm so pissed off that I had no control to stop it.  That's why I'm angry.  Because it is real.