The Script.

I had it all figured out. It was perfect. I knew exactly what I wanted and should say to you. Every little detail that would be a blow on your ego. They were like lines straight out of a movie. The words were itching with anticipation to be spoken but were guarded by my lips held tightly together. I could never say the words to you. I am not that kind of person. I have too big of a heart to hurt someone like you. No matter how badly you hurt me or anyone around you. I will just continue writing the movie script in my mind wishing I had the guts to use the lines. Maybe, hopefully, someone else is writing the same lines and will deliver them so I don't have to.