Dear Nash,
It's been three weeks since you left. Three weeks since you said goodbye. I miss you, so much, my heart breaks a little more everyday.
Everyone asks me at school where you went, it sucks because even I don't know. You just told me you had to go. You just told me that you may or may not come back.
When they ask I just look at them and shrug my shoulders, keeping my head down.
Your smell is still faint on my pillow, your mix between axe and rain. Your tshirt from that night is still laying on my floor. I refuse to move it, or wash it, though it's only been three weeks, I'm afraid that if I wash it I'll wash you away and I don't want that.
Nash, please come back.
I need you. My mom and dads fights are getting worse. The bullies are getting worse. Nash, I'm getting worse.
I love you Nash, I really do.
Goodbye.
P.s. Please come back. I need you.
