Don't Forget Me

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July 3

What am I doing, Rosie?

I just flat-out lied straight to your face.

But also like what was I supposed to say? "Well, actually, Roseanne, funny story, you and I have been dating for two years and we're madly in love."

If you really have lost two years, then you would've freaked out at just the idea that you could be with a girl, let alone me.

I thought if I could just see you I would feel... I don't know... relieved? Like if I could only be near you, everything would be okay, but things feel more complicated than ever. I hope something comes back to you when you get to the farm. Maybe it's a bad idea having you come when I still haven't figured this out, but I couldn't say no... I mean, I didn't want to. I want to be with you. It's just that I don't know how to be around you like this... It hurts. I miss you. I miss YOU. The you that remembers me. The you that's in love with me. I wanted to reach over and wipe those tears away myself, not just pass you a stupid wad of napkins.

This is so fucking frustrating, but we'll figure it out. I know we will.

Just hang in there, babe.

Love,

Lisa

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