Don't Go Baby

Matt did not call me the whole weekend. I had messaged him incessantly on Friday night, telling him how much I loved and missed him. How I needed him to be with me. How he made me want to be a better person. How I'd quit my parties and smoking for him. How I couldn't live without him. All my messages went answered. Please don't leave me Baby.

When I call him on Saturday and Sunday, he answers the phone but hangs up after saying "I'm driving." I force myself not to message or call him after that, in case he starts thinking me as a nuisance. I'll be good, I promise. But today at work, I couldn't hold back and I messaged him "I'm afraid if this goes on we'll lose what we have and become friends." He replied: "I think that's for the best Baby."

I put my phone down and ran for the toliet. I hide there, sobbing my heart out.