The stars look dull tonight. I wonder if you see them like I do. Everything was always so much brighter when you were with me. More Alive. I dreamed that you were gone a while ago. I was so naive to think something like that would never happen. I resent you for doing this to me but you did what you thought you had to. I saved that voicemail you left me months ago. I find myself falling asleep to it some nights, like you told me to if I missed you before you left. I'm still afraid to wash the sweatshirt you left with me. It still smells like you and its the only way I can remember what it was like when you held me. It's kind of pathetic that I sleep with it like my life depends on it. Sometimes I think it does. My room is starting to blur. I hope this'll lead to better days.
