I almost wished that you hadn't spoken to me. It was what I asked for, so why was I hurting? It always happens when I don't expect it. And it shocks me into silence. I was sitting on my bed and my phone dinged. And I thought absolutely nothing of it. And when it read your name, and that song was on, I fell again. You have such a strong control over me that you don't even realize. I stood before the mirror, clutching my heart. And I cried. And I wasn't even sure why. I could have texted you for hours. We did, in fact. Four. Four short hours. Not enough. Never enough.
January 9
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