InnerApple

I miss you this morning. Things are tough. I'm dreading seeing you at work. You've looked fantastic these last few days. I always loved the way you dressed. I'm not speaking to you because I can't handle it. I guess that makes it easier for you anyway. Who wants someone they've rejected pining over them, right? Those mornings we had where we stayed in bed spooning for hours? I could do with one now. I really could. Your feelings may have changed. But mine haven't. I still love you. And I ache for you.

I'm sorry that I can't talk to you about my mum's illness and how it's affecting me. While I appreciate you telling me you don't like seeing me hurt and I can talk to you - I can't. I can't share my emotions or look at your eyes knowing how differently you now feel. You have broken my heart. In the beginning, you said you were unsure about my intentions and didn't think I'd ever want anything serious. I did. And so did you. We decided to make things serious and I loved you very, very much. I had nothing to lose when I met you. But I've lost something now.