As an only child I've never been scared of being alone. I cherished the quiet times, the personal moments, the space. But now it haunts me like a bad memory.

Those moments of solitude are always invaded by him and the hurt. When will this end? Why did this have to happen?

Congratulations, you broke me. And after all the bets you made, of course we all knew it wouldn't be me that was breaking hearts. Hope you can fix this in the next week, or just that you even want to.

Toothbrush

"Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know"

I miss holding your hand. I miss laying against your chest, listening to your heart beat. I miss being your big spoon, because you like to be held too. I miss massaging you. I miss the way you crinkle your nose. I miss your radiant smile. I miss staring into your eyes. I miss you.

Turns out all I want for Christmas is you.

I hate the way I'm overanalyzing this, I just hope I didn't screw it all up.
You've made me so happy this last week and I'm all in a knot because we haven't talked in about 12 hours? What's wrong with me?

I don't know how to get my shit together right now.

I was trying to think of something to give you so you could remember me by. So you wouldn't forget me, but then I realized you're taking a piece of my heart. And it'll always be just yours. So, hopefully that will do.