...that should be the title of my blog. It's probably already taken though. Well....yesterday I brought you the cd....I'm sure you liked it...and then in the afternoon...I just had to see you. I don't know if you bugged out of your house to avoid me or if you were actually going somewhere. I wanted to see you...if you don't want to se me I wish you'd just tell me.
Well...finally after hanging around town and doing some shopping...I went back to your place...still not there....still not answering your phone or returning my calls....nice of you to leave the door open for me

I noticed you got my cd...looks like you ripped it open and ran out the door. I wonder if you read the note....well...you know by my detailed messages and notes I left in your house....exactly what happened next. I hung out...smelled your clothes....sat on your couch and cried for a while....and then decided you wern't coming back and I might as well leave.
I am just sick....I don't understand why you can't end it like a man. What about out SOMEDAY? did you even mean that? And if you didn't why do you want me to hurt? Why are you letting me suffer?
I'm starting to get angry that you won't call me....and I'm thinking about what I'm going to do next.
I took your pillow so I can smell you and sleep with it....it did bring me some comfort last night.
I know sweetie...I'm pathetic....but I love you so much....and everything that has happened and has been said between us....my heart just aches...my stomach hurts...i can't eat...I can't sleep....I'm suffering...