I was crying for so many reasons, and none. Because I was tired and couldn’t sleep, because I was sad. Because, sometimes now, and I don’t know why, it hurts. Hurts so much to be with you. Because sometimes I wonder if you’re still physically attracted to me. because I felt so alone, because I hate that things change. Because I wanted you, but I didn’t, and I didn’t want to make the first move. Because I wanted to cuddle, but I wanted you to be happy, to have what you wanted more. Because I can’t say any of this to your face, and why? Because I wanted a nice night together, one that didn’t have tears and then I started crying. Because I see you once a week, and when we finally get into bed, you sit on your laptop, your phone, then kiss me goodnight when you’re tired and we go to bed. Because I see you once a week, and when we wake, you play computer games for hours. Because you seem so distant then get in that crazy mood, and I can’t don’t tell you how I’m feeling. because I’m oversensitive, and hoping that this is just all in my mind. Because I’m wondering, if this is just a rough patch, or is it the end. Because it’s easier to bite back tears and say I’m fine than start talking, because I can’t get those words out right. Because I love you, so so much. Just because. I was crying for nothing, for everything and just because.