torn apart

eight;

milly,

its weird to say that i'm writing this while sitting next you.

well, i'm sitting next to a stone that says your name.

ten months.

ten months ago you left my house.

i didn't think that would be the last time.

you kissed me and you left.

i didn't think that an hour later, i'd get a call from your roommate

asking me where you were

you should've just stayed.

the roads were icy

and you knew that

i wanted you to stay

why didn't you just fucking stay, milly?!

you'd still be here...

with me...

we'd be together...

like we were born to be.

i miss you more and more everyday.

i love you more and more everyday.

forever yours,

adam