Hi. We need to talk.

Well, it seems as if we're kind of ignoring each other. Which, I mean, I understand, 'cause of everything that happened. You have a good reason to not talk to me. But... it sucks, you know? One minute I'm telling you how much I love you-- which, by the way, is SO much easier in theory-- and then the next you're... poof. Gone. It's like you forgot about everything we've been through. We've been here for each other since day one, the beginning. All'inizio. But now, with everything going on and me meeting new people and you off on your little, erm, time-out... it's hard to remember that we're still (kind of, not really) together. I cheat on you a lot. Yeah, I know what it sounds like, and yeah, if I were you, I'd be pretty livid too. But for some reason I don't feel like I'm cheating on you. Until I remember your face, that is. I can be kissing any guy in the world, doing anything with anyone, falling in lust and crushing on guys and showing off my body like nothing and be fine, but once I see your face, I can't do anything. I just... stop.

What do you expect me to do? I'm lonely. I'm not used to this absence of attention. Not that I don't get it; most of the time, I try to become invisible so as to curb unwanted attention. For you. I don't want anyone but you. Okay, so maybe that's a lie. I don't love anyone but you. That's it. Everyone else is just lust on top of lust on top of anger and then some more lust. You know how I get it. You know every fucking thing about me, and the fact that you're gone isn't helping anything. I just want to curl up into you and kiss you and sleep and do all the things that people who obsessively love each other do. But I can't, and that's what is eating at me every single fucking day.