the saddest thing in the world

whispered over desks and fallen picture frames, deleted phone numbers and the desire to care any more. I'll keep trying until it helps, I'll keep nodding and rationalizing and explaining why ...it'll work. it won't work. whatever you want. I'll will him to reconsider, to move on, to forget, to remember, to love to hold to call to care...

I don't...I don't know how to...be without him she says. but she doesn't know how to stay, either. maybe it's for the best? it's been a week, I tell her, he would have decided by now if...

neither of us sleep, worrying about the same thing in the dark. I guess we're all scared of the same thing, to some extent.
we all just want to be loved, we agree.

ash @ 2:02 AM