hey, love. how are you? i hope you're doing great. i miss you. do you miss me? i hope so, even though i don't think you do. i still think you might return, but the rational part of me tells me you won't. that's a shame. because i think we were destined for great things. we really were. do you ever think of me? do you ever remember all the times we had when you listen to our song? yes, i know you still listen to it. it's right there: on your phone's playlist. i was important to you. i meant something. you cared about me. you still do, i know it, even if you don't return. you still look at me the same. it's a beautiful gaze, if you ask me. you still love me, i just realized that today. it might be presumptuous of me, only that it isn't, because i see it in your body language when i'm near you. you stop everything you're doing and you just stare at me with the same intensity you did before. you love me. and i love you. our love's just too complicated not to fall apart. i'm much too complicated to stay whole. you're so mine that it hurts, and i'll always be yours, come what may. cross my heart and hope to die.