Worth it.

I'm trying hard to keep it all together.
Basically... last night was good. It's about going out at night and drinking and then getting so frustrated with current situations that you punch lamp posts. It was worth it... because when stopped me, completely aware he was the reason, he said:

"I don't care if Samantha does it. I don't care if Jess does it. I don't care if Becky does it. I care if you do it."

And when we went home and he gave me a hug, and I wasn't sure. But as we sat on my bed with Becky his hand found mine under the covers and for the rest of the night it was how it was before. I was so happy, even though I knew it wouldn't last. Reminding myself of how it feels to be in his arms and his beautiful kiss that I'm sure I'm addicted to.

It hurts more than ever. But it was worth it.