This is the color of your eyes, and the color of the sky on that day in august when we met. I miss you. I’m sorry I had to make you leave my life like that but I can’t stand loving you when you don’t love me. Everyday is this hell. And I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. I miss you so much. I just want to listen to our song again. I want to roll down the windows in your suburban and cry the lyrics in the lake air. I wonder if you miss me, and I guess that one line is true. I don’t know what it’s like to be you.

Text #2. I’m mad at you for never fighting for me. I’m mad at you for cancelling plans or simply forgetting we had them. I’m mad at you for making me wait by my phone, hoping you’d call me and come pick me up and we’d get dinner. I’m mad that you gave me so much hope. I’m so mad. And I am so beyond mad that I want to call you right now. Cant you just stop by my work, come say hi? It’s been too long. I miss you. Call me, come see me.

thank you for being so patient and understanding, thank you for loving me. thank you for being you.