Even though I’m going to spend all day with my friend when she rings me in the morning we still can’t get off the phone to each other because we have too much to say.
I keep telling myself I don’t love him, he’s a drug addict, he’s selfish, he doesn’t love anybody. But I do love him. I think about him every day. The sight of him sends my brain into a frenzy. I want him next to me forever being mine. Being how we were. This breaks my heart.