Echa P'alantè

I have nothing left. Never before have I felt so lonely and empty.

What purpose have I if it's not spending time with you? I've felt so empty for the last month without you. It hurts to see you every day. It hurts so bad. It hurts me to see you do what you love, although I know how happy it makes you. You're just so talented and wonderful, you make me cry. It makes me cry. It's a strange feeling but it makes me cry when you do what you're best at. I'm proud and hurt. Please just acknowledge me again. Please remember I exist and please remember everything we had. It doesn't matter who I try to speak to in order to fill the void you've left in me. No one will ever measure up to you. You're just so amazing and I respect you so much as a person and as a musician. I'm not asking for you to leave her at all. I appreciate how happy she makes you. Your happiness matters so much to me. All I want is to no longer be invisible to you. For you to not longer deliberately pretend I don't exist. Most of all, I want you to stop pretending we are ok when we are not. Don't ignore the situation. It's so obvious, even to everyone else now. I just miss you so so terribly, with every fiber of my stupid, lonely being. It hurts me so bad. Please come back. Please.