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It had been 2 months since Jeff had died. I had been texting his number non stop everyday. I guess I was expecting him to reply. How can someone who's dead reply? Whatever. I wasn't going to stop. Hell, I missed my boyfriend. I was going crazy without him.
I picked my phone up and started to text him once again.
To: My baby boy 💞
are you really gone?
how could you leave me like this?
i loved you so much Jeff.
DAMN IT. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO HURT SO BAD?
Please, come back. Come back and annoy the shit out of me.
I cry myself to sleep every night.
Why am I even texting you? You're never going to reply.
I miss your face.
I miss your cuddles.
I miss partying with you.
You shouldn't drink and drive. This is what happens. You left me! I'll never forgive you.
I don't know why I'm texting you when you're dead. I don't know what I was expecting.
I'm going to bed. I love you more than anything. Goodnight.
I put my phone down and got ready for bed. I hadn't been going to school regularly ever since that night. When I did go to school, everyone talked about him which just caused me more pain.
