Funny how you were the first thing to pop into my mind when I think about "running away." Running away from all of my problems, my fears. It's ironic, because you're my biggest fear. Yet I want you to hold me when times get tough. Talk me out of a bad situation. I want you to calm me down and comfort me like you used to. I want to be able to laugh when I'm scared and smile when I'm frustrated. But only if it's because of you. I honestly wouldn't expect anything more from you than just being there for me. Comforting me. If I were to text you one of these days, too afraid to call and hear you voice, would you text back? If I were to ask if I could come over, what would you say? Would you ask why and tell me it wasn't a good idea? Say "sure, text me when you get here"? Or maybe you'll come and get me? I'm sure you'd be surprised, because we haven't REALLY talked in awhile. If you call "awhile" months. Maybe if I called you with a choked up voice and tears streaming down my face you would just agree. Have mercy on me. No questions asked. But that's just a fantasy I've dreamt up too many times to count. And dreams are like drugs. Painfully satisfying and almost impossible to stop.
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The Diary Of Heartbreak
RandomLife is full of heartbreak, and it's not just because of a boyfriend or girlfriend. It could be bestfriend heartbreak. Sibling heartbreak. Pet heartbreak. Guy friend heartbreak. Girl friend heartbreak. Lonely heartbreak. Group heartbreak. Well, thi...
