Tonight it's a "it can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like"...

[s1de3ffect0femo]

I have been thinking.
And it hurts to think the things i have been thinking.

I have never coped with losing him.
The more i think about it, the more i realize that if i am ever to speak of it someone claims i am obsessive or that i should be happy.
But i am not.
And to be honest, i haven't been truly happy since those several months back.
I am sick of lying to myself.

I am too nervous to call.
I get butterflies, still.

I don't think i'll ever come in terms with this.

Is there hope?
I hope so.

Maybe i'll call this week.
Or next week.
*gulp*

Can i just have one more romance with you, my love?