Is he ever coming back?

My friends ask me whats wrong and I scream back "everything!" Because it's true, he is my everything. He's my all, and now he's gone, and I don't know if we can get through this.
My friends always talk about how I love being here more than hanging out with them. Wrong, I dread coming in here every day. Every day I come in and get miserable. But I have to go. Because of that thought "What if?" That beautiful, terrible, imposible phrase. And it's never right. Because he hates me now. And all I can dois say I'm sorry and tell him I love him, and hope.