You said you loved me. Then the last words I heard from you were ‘I’ll speak to you tomorrow, if I’m here’.
That’s the thing.. you never were there the next day.
I had to be there everyday wondering what the hell had happened to you, only to be told one night that you’d gone, disappeared and that no one had seen you since.
I miss you so much. I wish you’d come back, but I’m thinking that I’m wishing for something that won’t happen.
I love you.