I guess I don't know who I am when you're gone. I'm drowning in my own secret tears and loneliness. I always thought I was independent. It was something I prided myself on. But when you're gone, I don't know what to do. I'm lost. I don't even know myself. That scares me. I never wanted to rely on someone, believe me. I thought it was weak. Something those single-minded, fairytale brainwashed, and obsessed with love girls would do. And I promised myself I would never be like them. But here I am. It's amazing what you do to me.
I'm really trying to keep myself together. I can't break apart, not on the outside at least. I have a job to do. And you know me, hardworking and efficient; nothing will step between me and the task at hand. But on the inside, well, that's a whole different story. You see, on the inside I'm a wreck. My heart literally disintegrated when you left. And now I feel this empty void where it used to be. I used to think that was cliché, a completely ridiculous exaggeration. I thought it was daft that anyone would claim that someone would have that big of an impact on anyone's heart or life. And you proved me wrong there too. You seem to be good at that. Proving me wrong, that is. You're the only one who can do it too, maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you, because you've provided me with a challenge, something I can forever work to beat. I wish I beat you long ago; maybe your lack of presence wouldn't hurt as much that way.
Please come back…