so you came back.
the endless letters i wrote on here, finally made their way to you. we're seeing each other tomorrow and quite frankly...i feel so out of love. i don't want to see you. i don't even have the energy to text you back sometimes. i think it was just me getting so used to living without you, that i no longer feel attached to you. i no longer feel full with your presence. i waited so long for this moment and now that it is here, i do not know how to handle your vain presence.