Trapped |c.h.|

// one //

"He wore these black skinny jeans with a slit looking cut in the knees of them.

Then he would wear band tees, some he cut off the sleeves to show off his muscles. That drove me insane. But a good insane.

But he's gone now. He won't talk to me, answer my calls or texts.

I talked to his band mates. They say he's a mess...

...But so am I."

I try to hold back my tears but it isn't easy with everything that has happened.