What hurts the most is this giant pit in my stomach. The fact that you simply misunderstood something I sent and now you won’t even talk to me. No matter how much I try to tell you I’m a wreck inside and outside because of how sorry I am. If I knew mentioning and expressing an idea would have these harmful effects then I would have shut my mouth. I don’t need lavish meals and diamond rings to know you love me. I just need you to not ignore me after a fight. I needed you to talk to me.