My lecturers keep hammering on about end of term exams. I can’t find it in me to care.
21st Nov 2:48 a.m.
I wish I could sleep. Wish I could pull myself together.
I’m so pathetic.
But I miss you. So much it hurts.
2:10 p.m.
It’s been a week since you left.
Are you okay?
Please talk to me, Seb. Even if it’s just to tell me that.
22nd Nov 11:30 a.m.
Ferry and Leo have worried about me. They think I’m texting you too much. That I need to stop or I’ll never get over you.
They’re wrong though.
Doesn’t matter if I’m texting you or not. I’ll never get over you.
Yes that’s probably dramatic, but I know I’m right. Just like I know I’m right about you.
You’re it for me.
God, I hate feeling like this. Like some ridiculous, pathetic teenage girl who needs to move on.
I can’t do that though. Letting you go is too final.
I’m going to try and stop texting you as much. I need to try for Leo and Ferry’s sakes.
But it doesn’t mean I’m not thinking of you, Seb.
Because I am.
All the time.
23rd Nov 1:00 p.m.
I have my end of term exams in a week.
Every time I open my textbook to study, I remember our talk. The one where I told you what I wanted in my future.
Do you remember that?
I lied, Sebastian. Well, it wasn’t a lie…just an omission.
The thing I really see in my future is you.
I don’t care about the rest of it. All of it is negotiable.
The only thing that isn’t is that I want you to be part of it.
24th Nov 11:57 p.m.