Stress settles in my sheets...

"You would never actually run away...
...That's the difference between you and me."

Why can't I be okay?
And I'm still hurting;screaming'pleading; for him.

A m I n o t p r e t t y e n o u g h ?

It's been five fucking days.
Five heart-wrenching, tear-embedded, days.

I hate... No. I love him.