I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I can survive. It’s too much. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop picturing you and all the things we did together. I can’t stop picturing the way you used to look into my eyes. I can’t take the fact that I mean so less to you now that you wouldn’t even call me. That you wouldn’t even want to talk to me. I’m hurting so fucking bad. So goddamn bad and all I want is to hug you again. To smell your perfume again. To watch you fix my hair one last time. I can’t take you kissing him. I can’t take him touching you. Making you feel things I used to. I miss you so much. I love you. Please please just come back to me? I’m so tired. Babe. Please. I need you.