February 19, 2017.
Sunday.
It's been a day since you left me hanging on to the idea of us and the shattered plans we could have had. I'm not doing really fine, I don't need to pretend I am. How are you? I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, but I know you probably won't care anymore. You even left me on seen when I told you iloveyou. Why'd you let us shatter into broken pieces?
Wait, no.
Why did I let all of this happen?
I did what I could. I thought I could make us work. but I guess all of those weren't enough. Is this meant to be? I miss you, baby, please come back. It's really not the same without you. Come back.
I'll be waiting.
I need to be with you.
