I take a breath in, my mouth is dry and my jaw is shaking. I am the girl who is usually so articulate, so verbose. Now I am left utterly speechless by the person in front of me. You look at me so pleadingly, with your eyes slowly glossing over in anticipation. I don't know whether or not to trust you with my words. I don't know if I can even breathe. So I look back at you and hope my eyes can tell you those three silly words. You continue to stare back at me, unabashedly. I am frustrated. Utterly frustrated. Why don't you understand me? Why don't you see I am struggling and help me? Do you enjoy making me feel so lost- so tormented? Yet, I am just as much to blame as you, for I enjoy this hell you put me through. So, I bit my tongue and watch you, watching me.
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