I get a letter. And he says he loves me, just like always. And it makes my stomach get all twisty and my heart skips a beat, and for a second there I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. And then I remember the situation and it all falls back apart.
It’s been a year, he almost doesn’t know me anymore. I wish I could tell him the truth, that I can’t handle hearing from him. I’m sick of falling apart, but I can’t help it. I wish it were different. I wish he knew how much I need to hear him say “Jess, you’re going to be okay”, instead of just “I love you, don’t forget that.”
Ugh, I sound so pathetic right now. I don’t know why this always happens to me.