I’m sitting here alone thinking about you. Which is always a mistake because whenever I think of you I get this lump in my throat that won’t go away and it gets harder to breathe. The walls close in and I wonder what happened in that week to make you so angry. I am so sorry I didn’t treat you as well as I should have. I was going to tell you I loved you. I had almost worked up the courage when everything exploded in my face and suddenly it was over.
When I see picture of you smiling all I do is wish it were me that made you smile. When I see you in class or around campus my heart pounds and I am flooded with happiness to just see that you still exist.
Sometimes I think I’ve made you up. It’s pretty selfish of me actually to think that you are only mine. Some character that I thought up. But that’s not the case at all. And now that we’re not together there is no reason for you to care about me at all. I wonder if you still do. Do you think about me as often as I think about you? Am I doing this to myself? Have you learned how to make it stop? If you have please teach me because I’m drowning. And without you there to pull me out of the water I might go under.