Contemplation

He found me.....
He found my family...

Is it wrong to want my life back?

Its my fault I didnt look for my family sooner and now he bought them. My Dad is dead, and heavens know where my little brother is. How much longer must I endure this torment before I can try to live again, without hiding?

Without trying to protect those that I love from harms way. I failed at that with my family.

I wont fail him, I will not fail the one that I am in love with. People tell me to be wary of him, I long for the day I can run up to him in public and tell him that I love him, while I hold him. I know he can take care of himself but...Its me that Drake wants, I dont want to put anyone else in danger. Too many people I care about have been hurt because of me.

I dream of the day, where I yell to the world telling people I am in love with him, not having to worry about the Nation trying to capture me. I want him to meet my mom, I think she would like him.

I found the man that I love...tonight I wear his shirt because the shirt smells like him.

Walks over to beside the bed and sits down on the floor watching him sleep. A tear comes to her eye, as I whisper to him "Thank you for finding me, my love, my angel."