Letters To Kelsea

black abyss.

May 21

Dear Kelsea,

It's 3:09am and the thought of sleeping seems unrealistic. You, Kelsea Prescott, are the reason behind my sleep insomnia.

You're all I think about. Memories of us giggling and laughing flash through my head, reminding me of the best days of my life. You were my everything, now I'm your nothing.

You broke my heart, and you know it. Pain courses through my body every minute of every day. Yet you still don't care, you've never cared.

I saw you kissing him. I saw the way you looked at him. There was a twinkle in your eye you never had with me. I don't know why, but I still love you. I always will.

For now, I'm just trapped in a black abyss called my emotions.

Your ex,
Marcus