Confession #081 - I wish I could call you.
I wish I could tell you everything that’s on my mind, and I wish it would mean something. I wish I could feel your love again. I wish I could stop crying. I wish I could get over it as easily as you did. I wish that I could be the one you loved. I wish that you actually meant everything you actually said. I wish I could think about something other than you. I wish you’d call me up right now and say, “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” I wish you would fight for us like you said you would. God, I just wish I could go back in time to when we were happy. It’s been two days without you, and it feels like years. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I function right? Why can’t I just be a big girl and pick myself back up and move on? Is it because this wasn’t supposed to happen?
