Goner ; cth [completed]

thirteen.

dear calum,

i just turned twenty-two. i finished college. i would say that i feel like a changed person but i don't.

is it bad that i sleep around just to try and forget you? 

i haven't told my friends much about you. all they know is that you were my friend.

one of them thinks that you're dead. and i wanted to smack him because it wasn't funny to me.

but i guess he actually thought you were dead. he wasn't joking in the slightest.

that got me thinking. i hadn't seen you in months. for all i know you could be dead.

i just hoped you weren't. i'd just have an even bigger hole in my heart if you were.

i sometimes wish i had never met you because you're just leading me into destruction.

i want to live a normal life. and i think i would be if you were actually in it.

i'm not sure why you decided to become what you are now. but i could care less if we were still in each other's life.

love,

jess

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(a/n): short stories are a blessing and a curse.

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