I need you.
That was it. I looked down at my phone and the message I had just sent out. I need you. I dropped my phone on my desk and leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed.
I would be surprised if he responded to my message. He seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to me. And knowing that I had been ghosting him for over a year now would not endear me to him. Oh, sure, I was still texting him, but it was fluff, and we both knew that.
But for the sake of my sanity, I needed to stay away from him, to put up a wall that neither one of us could pass.
I let out a depressed bark of laughter as I realized just how much of a bitch I was. I couldn't be with him, but I hated the idea that he wasn't beside me.
I wanted everything… but that just wasn't possible.
I was so fucked.
