“We are rarely proud when we are alone.” ― Voltaire

Right now I feel like watching something. Because I am yearning to feel. Anything. I don't know what happened last night. I was cold. Because I was proud. I didn't want him to see my knees getting weak when he's around. I held back my words because I didn't want him to hear me stutter

And now, all my I-should-haves are stuck between me and my will to move. I already miss him.