Short Stories

My Hopes and Dreams

Are you my forever? Because I sure hope you are. I can't stop thinking about you. You consume my entire being. I like to say you are my forever can my everything. And I hope I am your forever. I want to be your forever.

Hi, I'm Leslie. And I am in love with someone. Someone that I hope feels the same way about me, or will eventually. I don't really know where to start, but other than I want to be talking to this someone constantly. That my day becomes better when I talk to them, and I have the urge to be talking to them constantly. I feel like the only way I can be somewhat happy is with you. And I want to be happy. With you. Being with you. Everything that has to do with us. I mean, fuck. I never thought someone can make me feel the way you make me feel. And I want that feeling to last for a lifetime.

I know, I know, I mess up from time to time, but I just really want to be yours. I want to be your forever. And it makes me sad knowing we will never be together. Loving you has taken up so much of my life, and I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do because I want to talk to you everyday. Losing you is my biggest fear, and not talking daily makes me feel like I will lose you. That I'll lose all of this. You mean so much to me. And I'm so scared. I'm so scared about being used again. I just want my happy life with you, but you don't even care. You don't even care that you're causing this internal struggle inside of me. The constant back and forth of everything. I just want you to realize that maybe we are supposed to be made for each other. I genuinely do not know how to function without talking to you. Yes, you have become that important to me. That much of a clutch. I know that doesn't really sound healthy, but you're like a drug to me. And I need it constantly.

The amount of times I deleted messages to you is unreal. Because I knew you'd be annoyed with me. That I'm just looking for an excuse to be talking to you. But little do you know, I need to be talking to you. Trying to make things right. Trying to make you see what I see. I miss you way more than I should. I miss everything. I just want my happiness back. And my happiness is you. I get so jealous of the people that talk to you constantly. Of the people that see you constantly. I'm at a dead end and I have been for months. You never will see anything in me. And it's so upsetting.

So, I feel like this is my cry for help. A cry for your attention. A cry for you to love me the way I love you. Because, fuck. I love you so much. And I never thought I could love someone as much as I could love you. And I will forever hope you feel the same way or will feel the same way.

Please be in love with me too.... It's all I'm asking from you.