There are still bits and pieces of you scattered around my room. They linger in the necklace you gave me on my eighteenth birthday and the note you wrote me, just because. The teddy you won when we went to the arcade still sits in the corner and your scent still hangs on my sheets. Sometimes I can still feel your warmth against my back as I lay in bed at night. Other times the emptiness is suffocating. I don't know how to cope with this. My lungs are burning; I just want to breathe again.
Where did you go? Please come back.
Please come back...
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