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I'm sitting here looking at pictures I had forgotten about. When we first met, out trip to Canada. The summer I spent driving to Indiana every week, to spend time with him in his dorm. I want to feel that happiness again, I want to be happy.
I must be a fool for holding on to these pictures, for wishing to have something that I probably will never have. For everything thats happened I know he has a good heart. I just don't know how reach it. I want to call him and just beg him to come over here and hug me, tell me he still loves me and all of this is a big mistake. I can't picture a life without him, I don't want to. Looks like I'll be crying myself to sleep again tonight. I hate waking up alone, in this broken home.
I must be a fool for holding on to these pictures, for wishing to have something that I probably will never have. For everything thats happened I know he has a good heart. I just don't know how reach it. I want to call him and just beg him to come over here and hug me, tell me he still loves me and all of this is a big mistake. I can't picture a life without him, I don't want to. Looks like I'll be crying myself to sleep again tonight. I hate waking up alone, in this broken home.