I hate to realise that you're not mine,

I couldn't understand why what I interpret as being committed to me

is not, in reality.

As a result of this,

insecurity arises,

having to measure out and evaluate every move I get from you.

I actually lost a whole night's worth of sleep to thinking about you,

how crazy is that?

I wish I had a built-in compass,

because I'm feeling lost, once again.

B.