I have now moved on. Or at least I like to think I have. I no longer feel the urge to contact you, but I must admit I do still long for you to make one final move. And I know that if you did, No matter how much your previous silence and unclarity has harmed me, I would respond with pace and content, simply because you though of me. Yes. I do still want this feeling to disappear, However, I believe I still cling onto it, With what little strength remains within me, For the simple, unexplainable need I have to feel. Something. Anything...
Without feeling life is all too dull and unbearable. Even if this feeling I bear is not necessarily a comforting one, It is in my opinion, better than the Empty, Hopeless, Excruciating Feeling