It's electrifying.

Here I am, lying on my bed. Listening to music and to my head, which I shouldn't though. Less thinking, more volume. Everyone's starting to move on, couple thinking, except me. Am I better being single? Maybe. But, everyone's much better knowing that someone loves you. I guess I just need that. But not just "that", I need him, sadly. I used to be strong, but he instantly, in some ways, becomes my weakness. I'm so good at sharing and giving my little secrets, so they can survive the funk, and I can't even handle my own story. I just know I deserve this, it's just bad timing. I'm sure. And I'm sure he loves me as much as I love him. And that I cross his mind through the day, and that he misses me. And at the same time, the fact that I don't actually know anything, is killing me. My tradition of making wishes when a balloon floats in the sky, came on practice today, and I knew exactly what I'd say, and, suddenly, everything was ok for a moment.