oh man... I'm really into you.
you're like a dream I wake to, only you aren't here. It's as though you are a reverie that I cannot shake. Are you real? Were you ever?
I brought my computer in to be fixed - I dropped it off of my loft. It was a little Hispanic place at myrtle and Broadway, and the guy gave me a good price. I lost everything. He couldn't save my computer and had to format it. I lost the second book I wrote, a half dozen short stories, and everything I had done for almost the last two years.
the most devastating loss was losing every photo I had of you. All of Chicago, all of New York. Gone. I am beyond heartbroken.
the universe tends to unfold the way it should. Maybe it's fitting, maybe it makes sense that I have nothing left of you other than my memories, my dreams.
do you know I still dream of you when I sleep. I still wake with your scent in my nostrils. I still cannot let my mind wander as I know inevitably it will wander to you.
I'm so hopeless without you. I wish you had taught me how to forget you.
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