Sometimes, I wonder who I would be right now if I had never met him.

It's terrible to feel as though you are depending on another person so heavily; that all my thoughts should inevitably flow back to him, and that I should constantly crave his touch.

As guilty as I do feel, sometimes I wish that I had never met him, or fallen in love with anyone. Solitude and singular freedom...being alone. I miss that, sometimes.

Because now, even when I am alone, I think of him.