Half a Heart

dear jack,

i can't sleep. it's four in the morning and i can't sleep because i'm thinking of you. i want to wake up. i want this nightmare to end. sometimes i just cry, and i don't even notice that i'm crying. not until someone points it out. hands me a tissue, asks me if i'm okay. i smile and nod, say i'll get there someday. but i'm not.

i'm not okay. at all. and i never will be.

to the moon and back,
alex