Its 3:09 in the morning and I feel sick to my stomach. A slight movement and I think I am going to vomit. Sick with the feeling that I might lose the guy I am in love with. So in love it becomes hard for me to breathe when thinking about it. I can't stop playing our conversation in my head, going through it with a fine tooth comb. Wanting to punch myself with all the thing I could have said differently. And now as the night drags on and morning creeps up on me, I can't help but feel these are the last moments before I lose the one person I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
and I can't bear it .
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