Bronte.

I remember the night you told me you didn't want me anymore. I'm not trying to sound dramatic... I can just feel it tonight. I can smell the cold from the rest of the house; see the look on your face; feel my chest tighten as your words descended upon me. I feel alone.. And not in a desperate, lonely, kind of way- but actually alone. I think the hardest part is knowing you don't care to have me around. I can understand it though. It's reasonable. It's just everything I'm drawn to in life, specifically people, always has a roadblock keeping it just out of reach. I want to be loved and give love. I want to have someone to talk to when we're trying to sleep. I want no reason for doubt from day one until the end...