[three]

For hours I sat on my bed in the dark last night wondering what was going on in your head. What a pointless fucking task. What a worthless way to lose sleep. You'd think that I'd have learnt my lesson by now, but I guess not. I guess I'm not done torturing myself. This ache in my gut is awfully bittersweet as I'm stuck between excitement and dread. Excitement that someone makes me feel this way again and dread that it will end the way it always does.