Cut Me off, really.

I asked for a break in the last post. I got a break... I got a huge fucking slap in the face. As well did he. It should be more about you. But now I feel liked I'm never going to see you, now I feel like you've drifted away even further. The night before was great, and then it had to come down on me like hail last night. I probably didn't have the fear overwhelm me as much as you. But I'm right here, I wish you would take my hand when I extend it out. You seem to walk right past it, but turn around once its down. I have to pretend it was never there. For once take it, and for once I'll pull you in.