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.