It was a bad night...

Last night he told me to "grow some balls and come back."

Last night I wanted to come back.

Back to him.

Back to us.

Back to relationship.

I miss it.

I still want it back.

I still want him back.

I cry a lot on days like this.

Because I don't know how to stop the pain.

Or the loneliness.

I can't make it better.

I can't forget the good times.

I can't stop loving him.

Why doesn't anyone understand?