messages; hood

message; eleven

to; calum
from; alice

sent on 24th april, friday at 2.05 am

I haven't been able to sleep for days Calum. I haven't texted you in days because I thought it would help me sleep, I thought I could actually keep myself from thinking about you. But of course, I can't. If I'm lucky, I get two or three hours of sleep. Tonight's one of the nights I know I won't be sleeping.
I sat out on the rooftop. The air was warm and there was no wind. It was dark though, and there were thousands of beautiful, sparkling stars in the sky.
I remember we used to sit on the rooftop if you were at my house. I remember the time when we were both sixteen and you couldn't sleep, so you came over with a bundle of blankets and your homemade hot chocolate in a thermos flask. You knocked on my window and told me you couldn't sleep. I got annoyed at you, but finally agreed to go up on the rooftop with you; even though I thought it was crazy.
Now, here I am, sitting on the rooftop and thinking about you. The only memories of you I have are good ones, so why do I cry every time I think of you? I saw a quote on Tumblr today about how it's sad when the person who gave you great memories; some of the best memories, becomes a stranger. Calum, I don't want to think of you as a stranger... I don't want to move on and forget about you. I really don't want to. But how come I'm the one that's so broken and upset by this... When I'm not the one who left. I just don't get it Calum.
goodnight xx