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Day I: I think I miss you. I’m not sure.
Day III: Please come back. I need someone to fix my television. And maybe my heart.
Day V: I found a letter I wrote you and never sent. I wonder if you’d be reading it right now if I had sent it to you.
Day VI: Why did you leave anyway? We had built an empire, we seemed unstoppable, unbreakable, you were a king and I was your queen. We had conquered the world. Why did we let it wreck?
Day VII: Where are you? Maybe you could come over tonight. I can’t sleep. It’s been a week. Come home.
Day VIII: I saw you walking down the street today. I’m not sure you saw me. You didn’t even wave. But I don’t blame you. I didn’t wave either. After building an empire with someone and watching it wreck slowly after your eyes, waving at each other doesn’t seem really clever.
Day IX: I still can’t figure out the reasons why you left. But I’m getting used to the idea of living without you.
Day XII: It’s been two days since I thought about you and I am sleeping perfectly well. I guess I didn’t need you as much as I thought I did.
Day XV: I’m drunk. I couldn’t think of anyone else who I could call, maybe because I simply can’t think of anyone else but you. I’m at that spot we first met. Please come pick me up, take me home, lay me by your side and take care of me. I need and miss you. I hate myself. Please, don’t let me hate myself.
Day XVI: I know I shouldn’t be calling and you made it perfectly clear last night you had someone else all along. I just wanted you to know I’ll do my best not to miss you anymore. I’m still living among the ruins of the love you left behind. I don’t know what I’ll do once they’re gone.
Day XXX: I don’t feel so vulnerable anymore. I don’t have the urge to call you and beg you to come home. I don’t feel like this house belongs to the both of us anymore. I don’t even feel like there is an us anymore. I hope you’re alright. I hope she’s treating you as you deserve to be treated.
Day XL: I don’t miss you anymore. I’m sure.
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