Half a Heart

dear jack,

i haven't gotten out of bed in two days. i haven't eaten anything in three. haven't taken a shower in four? i know you'll be yelling at me and calling me gross if you were here. and i'd hate it, normally, but now i want nothing more than for you to yell at me to go get a shower. to go shave because i look like a hobo, smell like one too. i want you back. it's just hit me today. you're gone. you're actually gone.

i can't do this on my own. i need you.

to the moon and back,
alex