I'm dying to tell you I love you. To text you and tell you you should be here instead. Even ask if you moved. Signed your lease. But I don't want to pry. I figure if you had you would have told me? You texted me this morning to say you think your cat died. I said I was sorry and that was that.
Tonight you told me I could keep the tv and stand. It was up to me when and if I wanted to return it. It made me think your mom bought you a new one for your new place.
And that made me sad.
They're going to give you everything we didn't have. Everything we struggled for. Everything I wanted and you didn't bother to try to get.
I wish you'd be honest with me.
I wish you'd love me.
I wish you were here.
Sent from my iPhone
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