Elle,
I can't cry. Its like I'm not even...I'm not even capable of having emotions. I just have this really horrible feeling. Like this huge, ugly hole in my chest. And everytime I think about you, that hole aches. And I think about you all the time. Do you ever think about me? Can you even think anymore where ever you are? Wherever you are, I hope you're happy. Honestly. I just hope, it's that perfect weather that you love. When it's sunny and just a little windy. I miss you, I know I say it a lot. But I do. Some much that it's killing me.
YOU ARE READING
Elle
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