those words would probably be "do you still love me?"
imagine now, the worst word that could follow, because that word is a lie.
that word is "yes".
it is coming close to two years, and i still think about her every day. i wake up to thoughts of 'what could have been' and 'what if' and 'maybe if i'd done...'
no, i do not miss her. but i do miss having... someone.
i fear being alone, but the only other thing i fear is not being alone.