Sick
I've been thinking about you. I think about whether I should try to find someone else to love. The more I let the thought marinate in my head, the less inclined I am to do so. I so badly want to talk to you about it, but I'm afraid you'll dismiss it. I want to ask you why we grew so apart. I want to ask if you do value me. I want to know if you'll ever change your mind.