I don't know how much more of this I could take. I feel so alone, just so afraid. I have come to so many realizations that I want to tell you about but yes, it is too late for you to listen. All my pleading and questions for you grow by the minute. Maybe this is just my pathetic attempt to try to talk to you in hopes that you will change your mind. My fear is that you are happier the way this is. I have this great feeling as if you like me on the ground begging for you. Is this my punishment? If it is, how much longer to I have to suffer?
One fact still remains steady. I am waiting for some sort of miracle.
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