[so, tell me we still have something...]

It's near the end.
And we both know it.
Just waiting for the last words to be said.
I'm scared, but I'll get through it. It's in ^Your^ hands now.
Because I'm tired of being sick because of this.
I know I love him.
But if he can't figure out what he wants... then maybe it shouldn't happen.
I know I need him.
But eventually maybe I won't....
I miss your touch, the occassional "I love you"s.
Cuddles and such... idk...
I just miss us...

But it's not over yet.
And I'm not saying it will be.
But in case, I'm letting my heart prepare...