Blue.

I know you didn't mean it that way. I am sure of it. Even so, I can't help but to doubt myself. At this very moment, I no longer feel special. I no longer feel as beautiful or attractive, at least as I thought I was to you.

And it's saddening. I loathe feeling as if I am not enough. I can't stand that feeling, and at the same time, I can't help it either.

I'm sorry, too. I know it has absolutely nothing to do with me, what you're going through. And it's really hard for me to understand it, I can barely do so. I'm trying not to let it get to me. But just as I am bearing it with you, bear with me my feeling blue, for it will be constant for a while. It will happen again, more than I'd care for.