L'art et le plaisir

I keep looking at the screen that shows an empty window chat with the guy I used to love until I didn't anymore. I wish, so bad, to be in love with him again. To keep attached to him so I can't leave. I can't go out and meet anyone else. I can't feel anything beside him. I keep crying and I can't even put it in words and all of the sudden something aches and I can't even breathe.  I want to call you and spit all the things out, but I don't even know what to say, because I don't even know what I feel. I don't even trust my feelings. You always appreciated the way I love someone because it's the purest way of loving a person. You said that both you and me have a similar way of feeling things. I always hated the way I care so deeply and feel so much, so intense. I always hated to know I am one of the weakest women on Earth. I always hated how profoundly things touch me and how they always cause some sort of reaction in me, even if it is the...