I remember one day we were talking and it was right after you left so I was still living for every word you wrote to me

I was frustrated, upset, but never angry. I told you it wasn't fair that you were gone and I was here and I'm devastated and you're just fine.

You said you didn't understand and it took me until now to realize you really didn't understand.

You are able to go about your day, follow the schedule, wake up without thinking. You are able to live without.

We were happy, in love, excited together. Apart I am isolated, desperate, depressed. Apart you are cold, habitual, just fine.