I took that shirt that you thought had sleeves that were too short. I kept it as a way to remind me of you. I slept with it the past two nights, pretending you were next to me...
I talked to C last night. The night you left, I was in the car with W and L and we were stuck in traffic. And I was thinking about how you would probably get us out faster. I miss having you drive. I always feel safe when you're driving. C asked me if I had ever told you that. I said in a way, but probably not in the nicest way.
I keep thinking about everything, and what I'm willing to give up for you. And I'm starting to think that I truly do love you. But I can't bring myself to say it to you...
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