You’re the love of my life. And that makes me really sad. Because I know no matter what I do or say, you won’t come back. And that fucking terrifies me more than anything in this world.
I’m so fucking scared that I will never know what your hugs are again. That I will never experience a forehead kiss from you ever again. That you will give some other girl my forehead kisses. My hugs, my kisses, my “silly girl” jokes, my weird nicknames, my inside jokes, my cuddles, my everything. That you are going to give another girl what we shared and what I treasure so much.
Lying in my bed feeling empty has become a habit