A note to you

Dear Boy,

You left today. And it's creepy and weird how I'm feeling. I'm here smoking a cig, by myself, feeling pretty lonely. Wishing I had some company, even if it was to sit there in silence. At least I was sitting with someone. I wish that I would have told you more about my thoughts. I wish I didn't have to walk straight to my room. Cause in there I wouldn't have anything to do. I wish that when I did walk down the hall that your room different feel eerily empty, with all trace of you gone. Like you had never been there. You left too soon. And the only way I could run away from it was intoxication. Thinking it would calm me down, it would help. Instead I'm just more anxious about it. On the verge of repeat of last night. I'm not sure why I feel so strongly about all of it. I just literally don't know what I'm gonna do. I miss you already. You should come back. I think I like you a lot more then I let myself believe. I will see you again I'm determined. And we'll sit down have some beers and a cig, and we'll listen to music and I'll bug you and we'll have a good time.



Wishing I knew what you were thinking.
<3 Megan