I want to talk to you so bad. I don't know what's stopping me, honestly. We used to talk all the time. We used to talk about the things people don't normally talk about at 1 am in the morning. We wanted to know who we were at that time. We shared secrets that were to be kept only between us. We shared laughs that were only heard through the electronic devices that separated us. We shared sorrow, sad memories, and things that once broke us, and we realized that maybe we needed to fix each other. We knew, and so we tried. But I was too foolish enough to think that we both actually wanted to do that. I realized it was only me. So I stopped talking to you, afraid that I might try to fix you, and expect you to fix me back. I didn't want to break myself.
I wanted to talk to you so bad. I just don't know where to start anymore.
