On Sunday night I finally got the courage to call the love of my life. We were very happy together but she left me due to emotional issues of her own. But I still love her. And I hope she still loves me. The conversation on Sunday night went great. Talked almost an hour. I asked if I could call her again yesterday and she said yes but she didn’t answer. Tried again today no answer. I know there’s an infinite number of logical things it could be. Yesterday was a holiday. She has a child etc. But I’m me and I can’t help but assume the worst, that she doesn’t love me anymore. And I can’t take it. I can’t take it. She gave light to my world that was otherwise covered in darkness. The year -ish we were together was the only happy times of my entire fucking life. I can’t live without her. I can’t. I hate my life without her in it. I hate the universe for letting me experience happiness for a short while in a girl so amazing it had to be too good to be true. And I guess it was. I can’t live without her. And I know I’m going to be miserable forever. I might as well save everyone the fucking grief.