Tell me
by admin • August 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 1 Comment
C,
Please tell me you are here. Tell me you are listening. Tell me that you miss me. God, I miss you. So many words were left unspoken. I think it’s slowly killing me. I can’t even begin to describe what this feeling that I’m feeling is… I only hope that you know what I’m talking about.
-M
M, I don’t know if you’re even the right M, but if you are, I’m still here and I’m listening; I never stopped. I miss you more than I can begin to describe, every second of every day.
Love,
C