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Tell me that you love me...
I should be happier, but I'm not. I'm nervous. I don't want to get hurt, but I'm still clinging on like a fool. Clinging to the thing that hurt me in the first place...

I'm scared.

I don't want to be left alone again... and the one place I want to go for comfort is the place where I was left alone.

I keep hearing that voice. That voiced that meant so much to me. And then I hear it, but instead it tears me apart. But I keep hearing that voice, and I listen as hard as I can, because I don't know when I'll have the chance to hear it again.

I may never hear those words again.

I keep remembering. I keep wanting to hold on, but they cause me such pain. Because they remind me of what I used to have, and what I don't have anymore.

I keep getting confused, because even though I hear what I want to hear, the words are empty. And yet I long to hear them. Like a sort of drug that I am useless without....

I love you so much...

I just hope you can say the same of me again. Someday.