Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends? I am here by myself, devastated. I will fall on my knees if someone could just tell me where to go and the way to be. I have never been in love with someone alive. This is the worst kind of pain, I just miss him. He is everything to me and I, instead, have to be here, the exact place I don't want to be. I don't see clearly and I feel everything. Can't anyone hear me? I want so much for him to be here with me. Or me with him. I don't care, as long as I am with him. I can't believe how ridiculous this is. I feel completely one sided in this, which makes it worse. Only because he is not here. He asked me, " You're not going to be emotional are you?" But I am. I am everything I didn't want to be, except for him. Please come home.
