They tell me to hold on. They tell me things will get better. They tell me not to lose faith. When will someone say those magic words again? When will the better days arrive? GOD, please give me strength.
No one else has been able to make me feel so strong and vulnerable, while just as safe (and equally as humble), and who else could reassure me that although I may fail a thousand times more, someone might still love me just the same? it is in no one else, but you, whom I willingly surrender myself to. So take this as a subtle plea (in fact, I beg of you) never to let go of me.
I know you're not but I wish you were. I miss you so much. I didn't know it was possible to miss someone this much. I hurt mentally and physically because I don't have you. Please come back to me. Please ignore what your parents say. I know you truly love me and I truly love you. Baby please. I died when you told me it was over. I need you. Please. Don't make me go through this forever.
I hope you know that every time I tell you to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day, or sleep well what I am really saying is I love you. I love you so damn much that it is starting to steal other words meanings.