Is it silly of me to wonder if your offer still stands? Or is it even sillier that I remember in the first place?

Because here I am bawling my eyes out and I’m just wondering if I can still call you despite everything. Everything that’s been done and said. Because wasn’t it you that said I could always call you if I had a nightmare? Even after we broke up? Sometimes I have no idea who to turn to. But most of the time I’m too proud to ring you up.

Its just silly to hold onto the past like this, but I just can’t help remembering what we once had.

And quite honestly, I’m just plain scared to talk to you. I just couldn’t handle a verbal slap in the face from you. A slap of rejection. To know that I’m completely and totally gone from your mind. Erased. Because, wasn’t I something to you at one point? How could you just remove me like that.