Its been weeks. You haven't responded to the last message but I know you want your space so I can't complain.....I want to message you again but I'm told to just GI e you your space and message you every now and then until you're ready...little reminders to let you know I'm still here.... But what if I'm not. What if I'm too afraid of fucking this up and its preventing me from doing what my instinct is telling me to do. What if what I'm supposed to do is run, drive, sprint into your room, stare you in the eyes and hold you, squeeze you, shower you in love, tears, kisses and just open up. Let everything out. Tell you how I'm planning to buy you that ring for your birthday and drop all my extra money to do whatever you want. Propose to you with your perfect ring and take you out to buy whatever pricey thing you want. Hug you and smile and love you forever on because god fucking damn it I need you and this is killing me. Everyday I hope you're better so I can drop what I'm doing and rush to you, into your arms, hear your gasp and giggle while I bawl my eyes out into your stomach. Because I know I fucked up, I know it won't be the same but I will damn well make sure to do anything I can to make you happy....I love you kitten...from the moment we met at my old job, you and that checkered jacket, freezing your cute ass off ringing a bell on your ONLY day there......I miss listening to you rant on about politics and minimum wages, playing all your math games and giggling with joy at the new cats you'd get on that one neko game....I miss how youd know when I'm upset and cuddle up to me and you'd just instantly quell any rage in my head......I'm addicted.....I'm in love with you....I fucking miss you and if I have to sacrifice everything for you I will.....nothings right without you.......can't even exist without the thoughts of you making my head swirl.......please come back.....I need you.....
