You can’t blame me for trying. I’ve gone through seasons waiting for you with nothing changing but the weather. And I want to say that I’m okay being alone, and I want to show you I’m okay being alone, but even if I said it, I wouldn’t mean it. To be quite honest, the only thing getting me through these days is the false hope that things are going to be okay, that they’re going to get better. But without you, I’m never okay because you’re the only thing that makes me better.