Stay.

I can't say this to your face, but stay. Please stay, and don't leave. I'm giving you the choice. I'm trying to move on. But I want you to stay. Please don't leave me...
I have God. More than I ever have, now. He calms me even as I write this. Like, it's weird how it happens. And I love having God on my side. I just want you there too... I want you to stay with me. You asked if I could handle it if you didn't talk to me again. I said yes. Because I could survive. I could get through it.
But don't you get it? I don't WANT to have to get through it. I don't want to make it through that, because I don't want to have to... I know I would survive, but I don't want to have to survive without you in my life. It's not a sense of needing you to survive anymore, but it's a sense of wanting you there with me. A sense of just wanting you in my life...