I really can't take dreaming.
I woke up this morning and honestly thought you were with me.
It's so strange that you can not have seen someone for months and wake up with that familiar feeling. The feeling you only get from seeing that person.
It hurts.
It's brutal.
I held you.
But you still slipt away.

I really miss you.

Sometimes the only thing keeping me going is to imagine how incredible and perfect it will be once we're together again.
Then I realize you might not want me.