The Chase

So... we broke up.
I went insane, drinking every night, going home at 3-4am every night. Apparently, he went drinking too and got drunk. He snapchatted me, "I miss you..." and I did the same.
He went into a depressed state and I tried distracting myself, in the wrong way. After a few days, it was like we couldn't separate from each other, and something was pulling us back to each other.
Eventually, we ended up texting. And also met each other by coincidence at a gathering.
We glanced at each other almost every minute. And it was evident that he was upset. I could see the sadness and longingness in his eyes. I couldn't bear to look at him like that, I couldn't let myself break up. So what did I do? I pushed myself to be happy.
He took it wrongly and thought that I could be happier without him. He thought wrong. Since the day we stopped, I suffered greatly. I tired myself out during the day so that I could fall asleep easier at night. I drank consecutively because I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I explained. We ended up skyping, I ended up crying. Just the sound of voice made my knees went weak, my heart pounding and filled my eyes with tears.
He spoke to me like I was a fragile piece of glass, able to break anytime. Like I was the most precious thing to him.
We said we couldn't leave without each other. And now he's determined to chase me back.
No matter how much I miss him, how much he affects me, I couldn't bring myself to accept him immediately.
The past still haunts me.
But I'm willing to give him another chance, to give us another chance because I simply can't live without him,
I love him.