Moment of Clarity

My friend Haven called me tonight because she knew something was wrong. I had been crying, bawling like a baby really, about my life. I was out wandering, driving to nowhere, basically trying to find the void. I told her what I wanted out of life: love, family, stability. I want someone to give me roses on Valentine's day. Someone to call just because they were thinking about me. We talked about someone in my life that I care about very much, and how I felt about him. She told me I should talk to him about it. I should tell him MY thoughts, without expecting him to return the favor. That way it would just put me on the spot, not him. What's the worst that could happen she asked? Devastation. I guess the best thing is to go on pretending. Why does it have to be so damn hard?