I love you.

I firmly believe that two people who love each other should be together.
    Which means this circumstance has been gone about wrongly.
    Which means you and I should be together.

Isn't not being with me and missing me going to hurt more than being with me and missing me?

I AM BREAKING.
How can you not be? How can you not be talking to me?

I'm sick to my stomach. I can't eat. I can't smile with out feeling like my heart is being cut apart with dull scissors.
    Side note- I haven't had to write the word scissors in a long time. It was confusing.

I'm praying (literally, believe it or not) that you will want me back. I know it'll take a while, but I know that we weren't over. Because our love is amazing. Because we rely on each other. Because you  need me. You'll need me soon.

I miss you so much. It hurts to love you. It never hurt to love you before. Loving you is what made everything that ever bothered me for the past year hurt less. It shouldn't hurt to love you. It shouldn't of hurt you to love me. I HATE that it hurt you. I hate that you never told me.

We had plans. We were going to work through this. It was going to work out and we were going to be together every day. We were talking about driving each other crazy with being together and it was driving you crazy being apart.
     And you  never said a word.

You've changed me. Into a person that doesn't know how to exist with out you.
It's hard to believe that you're existing without me.

I love you enough to have wanted to fix this.