I love you to the point where I don’t think I could live without you. To the point where I feel nauseous when I don’t hear from you in 24+ hours. I stay here because for some reason I think it will get better. I stay because the good times always over throw the bad times. But I’m sitting In my bed right now feeling numb because i have no idea what is wrong with you, why you say you love me and then ghost me, and wondering if I truly utterly deserve this.