But I don't want to be a girlfriend. At least I don't think it would be right. Not right now. But I think about him all the time. Does he think about me? I text him and hope he'll reply. I wait and stress about school and cry and breakdown and even hallucinate at little.
I'm glad you replied - my heart was about to beat too fast and die.... was I that close to death last night? If so, all I could think about was you
and who would be there to talk to
while I cried, with fear
suffocating me as I died.
How poetic and romantic would be death by a pounding heart?
I have already received more than I could ever deserve
from this world - a new start.
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