I lay in bed at night thinking of you. Worrying.
I'm afraid that one day you'll just say enough.
That you don't want to wait.
That I am not worth it.
I've had one other person make these strong promises to me, that lasted two years before he left me.
I'm so afraid.
I don't want to lose you, because day by day I realize how much more in love with you I am.
I know I made a mistake, but I've kept my promise to you.
To myself.
My heart aches.
My migraines worsened.
I feel as though I'm slowly dying without you.
I'm healthy, sure.
But how can I be happy?
I feel friendless.
And you are the only person I'm closest to and if I talk to you I'm gone.
How stressful has this world become?
Groan...
I need to go in to a light coma.
