I don't wanna hold my pillow. I wanna hold you

And once again, it was Friday night. It had been a long but great week. She hadn't been sitting at home like this for a long time. Finally she understood how much it meant to her to actually get out and do something. The last three weekends had been nothing but party, both Fridays and Saturdays, and she figured out now, that that is what she should be doing every weekend. Just so that she didn't have to feel this way.

She was upset, maybe even a little hurt. She was confused. She didn't know what to do. She could be out with her friends all day, and have the time of her life, but when she got home and back to her room, the feelings sure came back. The feelings that told her she had messed up, that she had done something wrong. That it was all her fault. Although she knew deep inside that it wasn't true, that was how she felt. And she couldn't help it. The feelings only came during the weekends, because that was the only time she actually thought about it. It was always on her mind, he was always on her mind. Of course it was because of a he. What else would it be?

Now that she wasn't out on a party, the feelings and thoughts came back. The thoughts that told her it was only because of the distance. The thoughts that told her she shouldn't let go just yet, even if that was what he had done. She didn't know it yet, but she would never be able to completely let go. No matter what happened, she wouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. But that was something she didn't know right now. Right now she only blamed the distance for ruining it all, destroying something that once had made her so completely happy. It was gone, and she had to just live with it. But it was hard

Because love is a really strong feeling.