Tell me...

"I am simply thankful for your existence.", just one look at these set of words from Beau Taplin made me think of you... I am sorry for not being sensitive of your emotions, of me being selfish and always scared to get hurt. But you know the funny part of everything that happened? It seems like we're trying so hard on something that wasn't supposed to be. That's how I felt about how every thing is turning to be the opposite of what we wanted to be happening. It's like the universe won't let us. Was it meant to be? Or just not the right time? But when will things be right? Tell me... I am confused. Please talk to me. Or at least tell me if this is over. I don't want to be selfish and force you to stay just because I'm not yet ready to let you go. I don't want you to be unhappy. That's the least thing I would wish you to be. But, please, if you don't want this anymore, tell me... I missed you. Everything about you. All of you.