My chest tightens around my heart. I could barely breathe. The more I inhale, the harder it is for me to breathe.
It hurts. Every breath I take hurts. Every breath suffocates me even more.
I’m struggling with it. Not when there are so many questions left unanswered. Questions whose answers I’m dying to know.
I miss you with all of my heart.
I want to see you. I want to hold you. I want to be in your presence.
I want to brush your hair. I want to look into your hazel eyes.
I want to tell you that I love you.
I’m drowning in my own thoughts of countless scenarios and possibilities. The what if’s, could’ve been’s, should have’s, and shouldn’t have’s of life.
Here’s an interesting question:
Why haven't you had a girlfriend yet?