oh. number one hundred and eleven.

How could I have let myself get attached? And I keep telling myself, "He'll be back, he'll be back." It's only been a couple of weeks, yet I feel miserable. But I've never discovered so much about myself. Should I say thank you, or ask why? It doesn't matter I guess, because I still want him back.

Hey, you'll never see this, but please, please come back. I need you.