Thinking it would last,

 No. 

Fighting constantly with them.

 Fighting with myself. 

Contemplating what I should do. 

I love you so much I just wanna

 hold on and never let go. 

Imagine hating someone

  and them wanting you first.

  You give in and fall so deeply for them. 

But then they are the one to leave. 

The good days. The bad days. 

Every moment is so precious.

 I would take it back in a heartbeat. 

To heal, To breath, To just be okay. 

That's important.

 Right?

 But all I can do is think about those days

 with them, but in the end 

 it damages me even more. 

When they are just fine

With no reason in mind.