I'm at a loss for words here. I mean, five months back you were calling me baby and I was telling you that I loved you. Two months back, you shattered me. It's funny though because the night you let me go was the first time that I ever felt alive. The pain I felt as you violently tore yourself away from me was the perfect reminder that I am not numb to all things, no matter how hard I try to be. Now here we are in the present, ******* like we're lovers and talking like best friends. You're starting to call me baby again, and it scares me because every time you do, I almost want to tell you that I love you. But I'm trying my best to hold it in and not make the same mistake twice. Oh god, I swear every time you're inside of me, all I want to do is scream, and sometimes I do. Moans of pleasure, moans of pain. Almost inaudible moans that sound a lot like 'I love you'.