25 Days. (The longest we’ve gone without talking.)
Are you going to break? (I won’t. I can’t. Not this time.)
If you wanted to talk, you would. (Maybe?)
Why did you have to say you loved me? (I think you wanted me to leave. You must have known I would after that.)
When will I stop dreaming of you? (Please, just get out of my head.)
I’m not okay. (Are you?)
I think about you. (Do you?)
I miss you. (Do you?)
You said you loved me, but I don’t think you really did.
But maybe it’s just easier for me to think that.
I read a letter on here. Somebody had been missing somebody else like this. FOR OVER A YEAR.
I can’t do that. 25 days is killing me.
Please… Just come back.
I’ll act mad, and I’ll tell you to leave.
But all I’ve wanted is for you to fight.