I love you.
I know, I know, I've said it before, and you think it's annoying. But I love you. And I mean it.
You meant the world to me, and damn is it hard to try to live without you. You're like a drug, and I'm currently suffering withdrawal. I wake up nauseous and shaking, and I feel hopeless without looking forward to the things we planned to do. Road trips and movie nights, now never going to happen.
When I saw that you had accepted my friend request, my heart skipped a beat, my lungs stopped being able to suck in air, and I blushed like I was already making a fool of myself.
I wondered if it was an accident.
I wondered if you wanted to try to make things better.
I wondered if you need me like I need you.
Because I know that you try to act tough, and it hurts you to care about me.
But I also know that you do care. You care enough to leave, so that you couldn't hurt me anymore. And if you've come back.. are you trying to fix things?
I know, I know.
It's hopeless.
