47 days to go
Dear D,
It is getting more unbearable.
Day by day.
Night by night.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Second by second.
Today, I don't know why, but I think I saw you sitting on the pavement in front of my apartment building.
I wanted to go and check whether it was you or not but couldn't since I was very drunk and could hardly walk.
I don't even know whether I would have been happy or sad if I found out that it was you sitting there.
I am so confused.
I need to sleep.
But how do I sleep without thinking about you.
And that is more unbearable than any nightmare ever will.
Love,
Jeremy.