anna, I miss you. I suppose I told you that already, haven't I? well, I miss you. and I love you. I really hope I've told you that at least. writing these open letters to you, ones that will never be sent, it's what makes this bearable. it's how I go to sleep without crying or staying up all night trying to drown myself in text posts and bad fanfiction, so I don't have to think of you. well, that's a lie. I cry when I write these too.
I should stop. it's eleven thirty and I'm crying again. I just miss you anna. it isn't the same without you.