It’s so hard to talk about you. To write about you. It hurts to even think of you. You were everything I’ve ever wanted and we fit like a glove. I’m crying already. Why did you just leave? How do you just shut it off like that? I wish I could just shut it off. But no. I love you. Every inch of my being is still completely in love with you. And I don’t even want to think about this anymore. Because it’s 8am and I haven’t slept. Because I cry so easily. Because it’s so fucking hard to think of you at all, ever.

I wish I could type it all out.