How can I lie? I'm hurting. But I don't think I'll ever hurt as much as he is.
Whether he knows it or not, I love him.
I love him....
But everyday, I think of him, and a twisted smile poisoned with emotions takes over and I toss and turn at nights, wondering if he knows, how much he's telling me.
Just this morning, while the moon was high in the sky, I cried. And I cried with my sisters, pouring my heart out, crying about the words that came out of my mouth and the ones that rang in my ears.
I don't know what I would do with myself if I lost him. Would I cry? Would I turn away? I wish I had the answers to my own questions.
So close, and