So you just left. Yet again I failed to have the courage to tell you that I can't do this anymore. I love you so, so much, and can't seem to say the words that I know I need to. I crave just snuggling up to you in bed, to feel your arms around me, & to listen as your heartbeat lullabies me to sleep. Yet I know this will probably never happen again. It's already been a year since the last time. A year... a full fucking year... but here I am. I'm still here begging you to love me. Begging you to go back to a time where I didn't question if you loved me too, I KNEW. You have slowly stripped away all the little things that made us "us". The comforting silence of just being in your arms. The way my body instantly would relax at the sight of you or sound of your voice. The way I could tell you absolutely anything & everything. The way I could be my true self with you. I let down my guard completely to be hit with I need space. We still talk daily, yes. I have told you many times before tho... can't just be your friend. I'm always going to want/need more, ALWAYS. I need touch, I need to feel important, I need to be loved. I can not continue to pour from an empty well because babe, my well is so empty my buckets are filled with dirt. I'm steadily trying to get my heart to realize what my head already knows. I can't do this anymore. I can't continue begging for love. I shouldn't have to. I just can't continue to be the only one fighting for "us". I can't. I love you more than words could possibly ever describe, but I have to choose me because it's obvious that you aren't going to.