I talked to you for the first time in two weeks today, I was worried about you, I knew you weren’t ‘fine’.
It’s ironic really, I had to ask how you were, because I still care, I still love you. But you never once asked me how I was, yet I’m the one who’s broken, who’s been rejected, and left alone. By you.
I hate that I can’t stop caring, and how I can’t stop loving you, you made it seem so easy.
I thought I might have been making even just the tiniest bit of progress, but today is as bad as Day 2. I don’t want to drink, or eat, or sleep, or talk, or even breathe. All I can do is cry. I couldn’t last an hour without crying today.
Talking to you made me realise just how much I need you, and you have no idea how pathetic that makes me feel.
I hate myself for giving you all I had and trusting you not to throw it away, I hate myself for putting my heart in your hands and trusting you not to break it.
I miss you so much it hurts. I just want you to come back to me, tell me that you still love me, and make everything okay again."