every day, my stomach churns and churns. i have never felt like this before, and i hope i never feel like this again. he is the only one i want. and i am willing to wait for as long as it takes. i have to prove myself. what is wrong with me? am i not smart enough? pretty enough? talented enough? i know i complain a great deal and i have a funny bump in my nose, but mostly i complain about how i don’t have you and i think my nose has character.
i’m still hoping that this is all a bad dream and one day i’ll wake up and be in your arms again. oh god. what i wouldn’t give to have you hold me and to be able to hold you. please come back to me.
