3:00 am

12:54 am

I just wish she told me what was going on. Where she was going. Or at least when she would be back.
She still has a key. She could just walk in any second.
I spend most of my time sitting by the door to see if she'll walk through it.
I'm sure she's not coming back.
Why would she? She's already been gone for months.
She hasn't been active at all of social media. She hasn't read my dms. Or tweeted a random set of words.

I feel incomplete with out her laugh. And her bright white smile. And her smoker smell.