I'm getting this nagging feeling. I don't know whether it's because in the pit of my stomach, I know you don't approve. Or if it's the fact that you're not responding, and I'm worrying my fears will be confirmed if I call you. Or if it's this niggling little thought that wormed its way into my brain, the same one I desperately hate.
You would think I'd learned that this time of year, when I (possibly) gain someone/happiness, I'm destined (doomed) to lose someone/happiness. It's happened a little late this year, Or maybe it just happened a little early last year. I just want you to talk to me. I just want to know you're okay. Normally when you're not, you tell me. But once again, something's changing, and I can't help but feel happy despite my growing shame.