I can't stop thinking about this. I-

Mikleo I know what'll be in those. If it's you trying to call me when I left then I- I don't-

But I can't waste this. I feel like I'm scrambling for water in a desert. Just one more word in your voice, I just need to hear one more word. I miss you so much. I miss you like my heart's been halved, and you'd totally make fun of me for being so embarrassing but that's what it feels like.

I don't even have any paintings or drawings of you.

What if I forget your face? Your voice? What if I don't remember all the ways you say my name?

I couldn't stand that. I wouldn't- I wouldn't make it.