I went to church last Sunday to pray for you to love me again. I don't believe much in anything, but I pretended like I knew someone (something?) was listening. I cried in the back row of the sanctuary throughout the whole service. I went home and with my church clothes still on, I laid in bed and prayed once more. This time I felt something painful in my chest, I threw my phone against the wall as I screamed for somebody to listen. Why doesn't anyone listen? You took a large portion of me with you, I know that's such a cliche saying but I feel it's true. Something is missing from me. I want you to come back to me, your heart is my home and dear god am I homesick.