EDITED ON 6/4/13: HAHAA I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS.



Dear Johnathan,
I didn't delete any texts from the point we started again until now. I read through them all just now I realise how much I miss you and how many words I should have said to you.

You used to be the sole determinant of my emotions baby, yeah it doesn't feel right not calling you that when I'm clearly not over you. I miss you so much.

These days, I try to occupy myself until the latest time possible - until I fall asleep because any minute that I'm left standing alone is a minute used thinking about you, your smile, your jokes and your warm embrace. I'm trying really hard to focus on other things but you've got me on a very long leash and somehow, you've managed to pull me back so quickly. Just hearing your voice again last Friday sent me shivers and you rushed back into my mind once more, as if you never left. The past month that I've used to get over you? That was nullified by the sound of your voice. It's getting worse, day by day, every second of loneliness equalling an extra puzzle piece of you being lodged in my brain, the thought of you screaming like a speeding train towards me as time passes by.

I miss you so much baby. It's so hard right now. It hasn't even been a month.


Kind Regards,
Claudia Hu