I try to deny whats been eating me up inside.
This anxious feeling I've been having ever since our last discussion.
Discussion? More like a poor revision of what we are.
What we were.
I try to deny the fact that what I feel for you is just a sad, comical, phase.
This won't last, I hope.
It surly didn't for you.
But the thing is, I deny that you wanted to end us.
Prove me wrong.