I really am the world's shittiest boyfriend. Holding onto something for the sake of having it, for nothing other than to keep what is familiar and safe close to me because the alternative is so fucking terrifying I can't begin to wrap my head around it. It has nothing to do with it being another guy and everything to do with it being , and Chance has the ability to shatter me into the minuscule fragments and base elements of the star I supposedly came from. Who walks willingly into something like that?