"I'm getting used to life without you."

It's true. But I miss you, and I want to say that I do, and I want to say so many other things, but I don't know how to say it or what it is I even want to say. All I know is that I keep thinking back to that night and how I couldn't help but feel like I drove you away because of what I did. I want you to stay and I'm scared that you'll leave and I know you said that of all the places in the world, you chose to stay by me. But I need reassurance that you do care and I keep waiting for some kind of indication, but I'm tired of waiting for something that I know won't come and I'm tired of thinking of all of these things.

I would give anything in the world to get rid of this useless, useless worry.