You.

It's been 10 days since we last exchanged words. Ten. Doesn't seem like a lot to the common person. But to me it has been a thousand lifetimes. I miss your voice. I miss your fucking voice like I miss being able to breathe during an asthma attack. I miss your laugh. I miss hearing it in my ears and getting butterflies. I would do anything to be able to hear that laugh again. I miss you so much that it hurts to think about you. I try not to, but you are always on my mind. There are so many things I want to tell you, but can't. I just can't.
Do you miss me, too?
Do you still love me?
Do you think about me or did you already forget about me?
I wish I could apologize in a way that would make you forget the pain I caused you. I wish we could start over.
What I would give to be able to talk to you again.
What do we do? Do we give it time? I'm so scared of losing you, yet I fight myself to force myself out of your life. Ten days. I remember back when we used to not talk for just one day or two and you'd message me and say you missed me. I wonder if it's killing you to not talk to me, too. I think it is. But I also understand, because I'm there right now too. I'm sorry. I am. I miss you. Please. Come back. I love you! You took my heart and I just want you back. You can keep the heart. I just want you. I swear I can be a better person. I swear we can do this. We have already gotten through so much- please, I promise we can get through this, too. Together. 'Cause I love you and you love me and I know we can have it all. I love you so damn much- more than I've loved anyone in a long, long time. You are such an amazing, patient, man. And you deserve more than me, but I'm too selfish and I still only want you for myself.
I wish you could be happy. I miss you. Please.