how will it feel when you tell me? I can feel us dying as quickly as we began. It hurts now, it will sear when it ends. I only hope I can get out before you do, pride and all. Pride is what makes us do stupid things, after all wasn’t it pride that brought me to you in the first place? Pain and pride, maybe being on my own away from the unconditional love and thrust into a world of temporary 24 hour physical complicated lust. Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy it, if it makes you feel strong to hurt me, to see how attached I will get each time, how many times I will delete you from my phonebook after realizing that you won’t call. Pretending that I didn’t give you a second thought if you do. I should have ended it yesterday, what stopped me, I was so close but then, I couldn’t do it. I wish I had