Why do I feel so utterly alone when he doesn’t talk to me? Why am I so defendant on contact with him? Why am I so needy? Why do I need him so bad that being without him is like dying? No it isn’t like dying, it IS dying. I am slowly dying without him. I’m sure that he is my whole reason for living and when he is gone away what am I left with? I need him so much it scares me. It scares me because I know that I will not always have him. Its just not possible nor is it realistic to think he can be there 24/7… When you’re sleeping with a broken heart the hardest part is waking up…