Aug 12, 2024
I can’t get you out of my head and it’s killing me. You’re everywhere. Calling you reminded me just how unbelievably much I love spending time with you, how much you make me laugh. I miss you and I thought it was going to get easier over time but it has been three and a half months and I still feel like I’m missing an organ. I wish you would call more often, I wish you’d tell me more things, I wish you’d act like you think about me more than once a week. I wish you’d visit.
You’re going to come back next September and you are going to treat me like an acquaintance and think it’s absurd if I even suggest dating again, and it will crush me. But I don’t know how to stop loving you. I wish I did, but I don’t.