Dear Niall,
It's been 7 weeks. I don't eat anymore. I barely sleep. I get about 3 or 4 hours of sleep every night, but it's summer vacation so it's not that bad. People think I stay up because it's fun or some shit, but I stay up because I see you whenever I close my eyes. You captivate me, Niall. You're so fucking annoying and no good for me, but my body craves you. I crave you. I want- fuck, I need you to hold me.You were my rock. I felt like I could run up to you with tears running down my face, and you'd kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful. You have this hold on me and you dont even realize it. You dont realize that you're on my mind nonstop. You don't fucking realize that I need you. Not physically, but emotionally. You don't realize that I love you.
Come back to me,
K.M.
