Anxiety

Dying

I'm in the school bathroom. Class starts in thirty minutes, there's plenty of time.

I'm listening to that song I first heard in his car a couple of months ago. I think of him driving and I think of the street lights in the night.

And I'd, die, anytime, for you.
Would, you, die, for me?

Then I replay the song because it gets really bad after those words. Those words are the only ones that matter.

That night, in his car, I was so sure of things. I was so satisfied and happy and I knew that he needed me.

I need him all the time. I've been down ever since he had to leave two days ago.

I've been replaying the song four times already. Would I die for him? Probably not, but it sure feels like I'm dying when he's not around.