To, No One

I'm so pathetic for writing this entire thing.







So why won't I delete it?

Christopher,

I'm so tired... I don't know what has happened. Have you retreated into me, and caused these strange feelings that I seem to be in love with. I'm not sure. I do love them though, no matter how they have come to be.

I still miss our conversations. When are you coming back for a longer visit? I would do anything, just to feel you again. The real you.