He’s gone. I’m still here. He has everything going for him and I have nothing, I’m stuck in the same shitty routine I was in before I met him. He was my ticket out of the monotony. He gave me something to look forward to, and now he’s been taken away just as fast and spectacular as he came, without warning. All I have left is to become as small as I can until he returns, and hope that he hasn’t found anyone new to dazzle. His letters won’t come fast enough, and i’ll obsess over all the girls who get to have him at that far away school. This will be my new routine, not eating and checking the mail, hoping that by some miracle when he returns he will still want me as much as I long to have him.
