Her. (rough draft)

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I worry for her.

I'm attached, but so is she. 

I leave, she texts "I miss you".

It was cute.

But she's not okay.

She worries me. 

She says things.

She means them. 

She really does. 

I panic,

I really do.

I can't leave her,

I worry she'll do it. 

I sit in class and try to breathe.

She is leaving, she's going home.

This is good.

Her family loves her, very much.

I worry, but I worry less when she's home.

She facetimes me the whole time she's gone.

She visits on Friday.

I'd do anything for her.