I’m losing you.
I feel it like a punch to my stomach.
At night I lay awake thinking about you. Having you hold me, just one more time. I feel you slipping further and further away from me, and there’s nothing I can do. I thought about buying a plane ticket to come surprise you for your birthday, but then I remembered. I love you more than you love me. Why did you say you were going to come visit? Why would you tell me, you were going to move out here with me? I don’t understand the point of stringing someone along when I am so far away from you. I’m surrounded by such good looking people, and all I can do is compare them to you.
I hate this hold you have over me.
When did I get so lost inside of you?