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I loved him but he sure didn't love me back. I can't stop thinking about him. I still love him. I hold his unwashed shirt tight in my hands. I never want his sweet scent to go away. I keep hoping that he will come back to me. I just want him to hold me in his arms again. My body has frozen over from his absence. Even when it's below zero his body is warm. I want that warmth back. I'm so cold without him in my arms. He says he'll call back, but he never does. I send him more and more messages. He says he wants to get to know me better. I'll try, but I'm not sure if that's even the truth. I want him to be happy, but in order for him to be happy I'm going to have to be crushed. If that's what it takes then so be it. I love him and I want him to be as happy as possible. What's the point of having someone when they're miserable? I can't help it if he's making a mistake. It's his loss, because I actually care about him. He wasn't just someone to stand beside me to make me feel good about myself, No I cared. If he couldn't see that I actually loved him then I guess he'll never know what love really is.
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