I don’t know what to feel anymore. Days are blurring into weeks, and weeks into months, and I can’t remember a single moment from them. I have become an emotionless robot, just going through the motions.
And I’m terrified, so fucking terrified, that you’re just going to wake up one day and realize that you don’t need me, and that’s going to be the moment that you leave and I break.
The moment that I’m frozen stuck so hopelessly in love with the ghost of you.