I sent you messages telling you just how much I missed you. Opened and ignored. Even in my dreams you gave me a cold shoulder so frigid, It could freeze hell. I tried to talk to you. Get you to at least explain why we don't talk. Why I'm nothing to you. The anger that came over you in this dream left you hot headed. Hot enough to thaw the same hell. The last time I saw you we held each other tight not wanting to go. Nothing was wrong. Now it has been a month and I haven't heard a single word. We had talked everyday. I have been advised to give you your time and space. That space is killing me. The voicemail I get everytime I call is a stab to the heart. Her voice mocks me. The feeling I get when someone asks me how you are doing is dull. Its a nothingness in my chest. I have so many photos of you. My camera roll seems to be filled. Reminders of you throughout my room. I can't light a simple candle without being reminded it's our favorite scent. You got it just for me. Cookie dough doesnt taste as good as it was when I had it with you. "Love is eating raw cookie dough." You are like a weed planted within me. The roots are wrapped around all I once was. They hide the light. They suck up any nutrient that is left within me. Until I'm stuck. Thinking of you. Thinking of how things were. Thinking of the thing so dear that is missing. Thinking of those opened messages. And the nonexistent response.
