misbehavin' | scömìche

but i'm just dancin' by myself around the lobby

July 7, 2017, thirteen days since Mitch died

My love,

I'm still in bed.

It's about 9:23 in the morning, and I'm wearing your biggest sweatshirt and crying.

It smells like you.

I'm so tired. But I can't sleep. I can't sleep without you in my arms.

Last night I put your sweatshirt on, hoping that the smell might make me think you're next to me.

Instead it just made me cry.

I'm sorry about the tear-stains.

Yours,

Scott xx