marilyn / c.h.

him; how?

mary fucking lynn;

how can i not see you every day? do you really hate me that much to put me through the torture of not seeing your face each and every day? i'm sorry, but i don't think i can do that.

i miss you. a whole fucking lot.

no one can ever come close to feeling a fraction of what you're putting me through, m. no one. god, you were - are - a huge part of my life. i see you in everything. 

i see you when i go to the bathroom for a shower. you left a permanent stain of your perfect lips on my mirror. i cannot find the strength to scrub them off.

i see you in the freezer. (sorry again for freezing and consuming your contact lenses.)

i even see you in my fucking toaster. this morning, i went to make toast and found your bra in the wastebin.

missing you hurts, but it's all i can do anymore. i love you, and nothing can change that. the minutes and seconds and miles and steps in between us cannot lessen my love for you. cheesy, but true. 

-cal xx

p.s. mali asked me where you were. i ignored her.

p.p.s. just kidding; i cried.