You have this scar on your chest, that you told me was from you breaking a hot lightbulb and scarring yourself. I remember lying here, each night that you were here and holding you close to me, rubbing your chest around that scar.

I love you, and I'm so tired of fighting for it. It hurts. It hurts to wake up knowing you're not there, it hurts to wake up each morning sick to my stomach, knowing I may never get to be with you again. Unsure what's making me ill, and being scared. I'm so tired of crying, it's so hard. I'm tired of feeling guilty for wanting to run, but what I'm really running away from is the hurt.