ipso facto

What happened? Talk to me. Tell me how you are, what you think, what's going on. Tell me, please, what is real to you. I’m going crazy with this. I miss you so much. I miss the possibility of becoming something much grander. I miss our interaction, I miss the excitement I feel around you, the familiarity of you. I miss dreaming of you. You excite me so much. You are the only person I have been really attracted to for over two years, yet I barely know you now. I really wish I had not done whatever it was that I did to make you not want to speak to me. Wouldn’t you tell me what that is? I try to be mature and sensible, but unfortunately my heart won’t let me forget about you. If you have found someone, be honest and tell me! Please! Even if you think it’ s none of my business; please tell me what’s going on. I know it must be more than what you reveal on the surface. I can accept that you don’t want my friendship or don’t feel the same way about me that I do for you. I can accept that perhaps I make you feel uncomfortable with my neediness. I can accept any explanation, but I cannot accept silence.
I feel like I am in the bottom of a well—won’t you rescue me from my darkness and tell me what is going on with you? You said your life is devastating—why? What happened to you? Why won’t you just try and get close to me? I will let you inside...I will be so careful with you. But we go round and round and never ask nor answer the most important questions... I am so afraid to ask you personal questions because I don't want to touch on anything that will cause you pain, but aren't friends supposed to be able to talk about anything together? Whenever I ask you a question I know that you will just let the time run out…you’ll waste all of our time together, not saying what is important. I would rather be alone than face this insult, but I believe the best about you. I love you but I don’t have forever to wait; I’m busy and I am working on my own life, too, but if you let me, I would give you comfort and help in your life. I miss you and I would do whatever it took to be with you, I really would—if you want my heart, it is yours, but you have to talk to me. I can’t read your mind.
I feel like I don’t know anything about your life, like I don’t know you anymore.