torn apart

three;

mills,

it's officially been a month

i went to your house today...

it stood in front of your door for thirty minutes before actually going in

i immediately started crying, it still smelled like you

i saw the dress you wore on our last date

i hope you don't mind that i took your perfume from your dresser...

i needed something... i need to feel like you're still here...

that you're just away on some exchange program

but i know you're not

because i saw your eyes shut

and the necklace i gave you for you birthday placed delicately on you...

why were we born to be torn apart, milly?

why?

forever yours,

adam