Please open the damn door!
I miss you.
You’re an asshole, but still I miss you.
But still I love you.
But still I know that no one will ever be you.
Stupid wedding!
Stupid FUCKING wedding!
Making me think of you.
Think of your promise,
Of what you wanted to do all those years ago.
7.
7 years and I still love you.
7 years and I still see it like it was yesterday.
7 years and I still have Shane days.
Just your name, or anyone with it, makes my heart jump.
Jump then sink.
So low death would be a relief.
I know,
I know,
I fucking know we can’t be together.
Then why oh why does some part of me hope we can be?
Maybe part of you wishes that too.
I know that isn’t true.
Who am I kidding?
I know you’ll open it.
But it’s been longer than usual so I’m getting worried.
Worried it will really shut this time.
Worried I’ll never talk to you again.
Worried you won’t keep your promise.
Forever and always never otherwise.
You promised!
Please unblock me.
Please text me.
Please call me.
Please snap chat me.
I’ll take anything.
Just please open the damn door.
Please!
