We haven't spoken in 2 months - maybe the longest we have gone since we first met each other. I always want to call you, to email you, to message you, but it was useless. You are better off - in your new life on the other side of the world . you don't need me anymore. We weren't good friends to each other, we weren't good lovers to each other. We are better off apart.Or, at least, that's what I keep telling myself. And, to be honest, I am sick of it. I am in love with you. Head over heels in love. You are the last thing I think about when I go to bed at night and the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. And while I'm sleeping? You're there too - in my dreams. I am petrified of telling you because I know there is no way that we can ever be together. You're gone.....
