I have so much already written up that I needed to get out, but its all just saved in my phone, and no one else will see it, because I believe you're the only person that reads this, and its all about you.
I already feel like the insane, creepy, clingy girl.
How are you handling this so well? I won't lie, it hurts. Seeing you act like everything is fine when I feel like the world is crumbling around me, it just hurts.
Talk to me about it. I'm feeling what you're feeling, and I don't have anyone I can talk to anymore.
You are my best friend, and I can't lose you.
For the first time in my life, I wish I could redo something.
I wish I could redo the last week and a half. No pressure. No asking about it. Maybe things would have been different.

I can't sleep.
If I tell anyone about it, it becomes real.

This is the last thing you need to see.
I'm sorry.

Since I met you, everyone else pales in comparison. No one gets me like you do. No one else makes me feel as good as you can.

But, I guess I'm supposed to just put that all behind me, and pretend everything is okay.

Please stick around.