"I love you". I kept heard he said that. But I wasn't sure. It sounded like, reassurance for me. Did he stop loving me? I said I love him back. I do. I really do.
But lately, my days feels darker than usual. I didn't know what happened. Or I did?
I can't breathe. I kept forgetting something. I couldn't eat. Every time I eat, I puke. I wasn't know what's going on with my body.
I thought about calling my therapist and asked her about my condition. But I just didn't have the energy to tell him my story.
I cried. Every night. He didn't know. I don't want him to know. Last time I went like this, he was so messed up. I'm scared that he couldn't handle this anymore.
I'm scared that he would leave me.
But he left.
I don't know why.
But he said he loves me. Or, loved me?
I can't breathe.
I love him.
I really do.